Recently I was getting a pedicure (got a gift certificate) and the lady was trying to upsell everything. Manicure, haircut, leg wax, eyebrow wax, lip wax. When she got to that last one she added, "You really need!".
Needless to say, I won't be returning!
Bank Teller: "wow, you have a lot of money in your chequing account" (probably over 10K at the time, and for good reason)
Me: "yeah, I know"
Bank Teller: "Have you considered opening an RESP for your kids?"
Me: *coldly* "I don't have kids"
Bank Teller: "Well maybe not yet!"
Me: "No, no kids, ever"
Bank Teller: *in a sing song voice* "Oh you never know"
Me: *coldly* "No, no kids, ever. I do know, I medically can't have kids"
Bank Teller: *big smile* "What about adoption??"
Me: *shooting lasers from my eyes*
"What about you ending this really inappropriate series of questions and tellinf whatever manager who is pressuring you to sell RESPs that they need to train their staff on ways in which it might totally fucking backfire?"
Bank Teller: "um...I'll get that money order ready for you"
Me: *in a sickeningly sweet voice* "awe, thanks, I appreciate it"
Recently I was getting a pedicure (got a gift certificate) and the lady was trying to upsell everything. Manicure, haircut, leg wax, eyebrow wax, lip wax. When she got to that last one she added, "You really need!".
Needless to say, I won't be returning!
I once had a waxer say "now you will be able to get a boyfriend!"
Many years ago, I got quotes for replacement windows in my house from several companies including a large national one. The large national company salesman quoted more than double the amount of a small local firm. When I mentioned this, the salesman said, "When you got the quote from the small local firm the owner probably came round himself in his work van. OUR company directors are driving around in Lamborghinis and don't see customers."
Well, thank you for offering me the opportunity to spend an extra few months of my salary to subsidise your company directors' flash cars. And goodbye.
This happened to my dad. He was in a outdoor/home improvement type store looking at lawn equipment. When the salesperson approached him, he indicated that he was interested but needed to consult his wife (my mom) first. The salesperson’s reaction was, “Aw, c’mon, you don’t need to consult the old ball-and-chain. Be a man and make your own decision.”
Wrong thing to say to my dad, who lives by the adage, “Happy wife, happy life.”
Dad went on a mini-lecture about the need to respect women and especially your partner in life, then walked out of the store.
We were told for the last few weeks by a mortgage lender that we didn't have enough income for a $230K mortgage ($110K down payment) for a new home. We've got enough in stocks, bonds and cash to buy 4.2 of these homes for cash, but we don't have enough income.
They finally figured out this evening that we qualify for the loan.
I hate stealerships and lot vultures; I wish there was a way to test-drive without dealing with the BS.
"Don't you want my meat?"
Ugly prostitute in a somewhat interesting disco.
I hate stealerships and lot vultures; I wish there was a way to test-drive without dealing with the BS.
Carmax.
I hate stealerships and lot vultures; I wish there was a way to test-drive without dealing with the BS.
Carmax.
Nope. 2 experiences there. 2 diff locations. They don't haggle. And they push hard to buy extended warranty, harder than your average stealership. Carmax doesn't have latest models. I deal with car purchases once per year, minimum, mostly for friends and relatives, most want a new car.
Don't believe their marketing "clean-cut, no haggle" hype. They're tripe.
Many years ago, I got quotes for replacement windows in my house from several companies including a large national one. The large national company salesman quoted more than double the amount of a small local firm. When I mentioned this, the salesman said, "When you got the quote from the small local firm the owner probably came round himself in his work van. OUR company directors are driving around in Lamborghinis and don't see customers."
Well, thank you for offering me the opportunity to spend an extra few months of my salary to subsidise your company directors' flash cars. And goodbye.
Many years ago, I got quotes for replacement windows in my house from several companies including a large national one. The large national company salesman quoted more than double the amount of a small local firm. When I mentioned this, the salesman said, "When you got the quote from the small local firm the owner probably came round himself in his work van. OUR company directors are driving around in Lamborghinis and don't see customers."
Well, thank you for offering me the opportunity to spend an extra few months of my salary to subsidise your company directors' flash cars. And goodbye.
This is bizarre. Do people really choose a company that way? It must be some form of "success follows success" belief.
What's the worst thing anyone has ever said to you when trying to sell you something?
I hate stealerships and lot vultures; I wish there was a way to test-drive without dealing with the BS.
Carmax.
Nope. 2 experiences there. 2 diff locations. They don't haggle. And they push hard to buy extended warranty, harder than your average stealership. Carmax doesn't have latest models. I deal with car purchases once per year, minimum, mostly for friends and relatives, most want a new car.
Don't believe their marketing "clean-cut, no haggle" hype. They're tripe.
Recently I was getting a pedicure (got a gift certificate) and the lady was trying to upsell everything. Manicure, haircut, leg wax, eyebrow wax, lip wax. When she got to that last one she added, "You really need!".
Needless to say, I won't be returning!
Recently I was getting a pedicure (got a gift certificate) and the lady was trying to upsell everything. Manicure, haircut, leg wax, eyebrow wax, lip wax. When she got to that last one she added, "You really need!".
Needless to say, I won't be returning!
I had so many hairstylists try and sell me body/facial hair removal services with condescending statements about how badly I needed them, that I eventually stopped even going for haircuts because I'd leave the salon feeling like a hideous troll. I was lucky enough to find a friend of a friend who does hair and NEVER lists what is wrong with my appearance now.
Boyfriend used to go to Supercuts or similar for his cuts, and one time they told him he was desperately in need of a brow shaping. He declined, came home, and asked me, "what's a brow shaping?" So, I guess, good to know that this isn't a thing that only happens to women now?
As for women's salons, I don't entirely mind if they ask. "We have waxing services, if you are interested, and if you add a manicure to the pedicure you get 10% off both." Or whatever. And then when I say, "No thank you, just the pedicure, please," they need to STFU.
We also explained to him that I needed to get all of the emails and communication because 1) I'm the one who manages our finances and 2) DH is visually impaired so its just easier for me to do all of the reading and stuff. Then the proceeded to only write down DH's email and phone number, only communicate with him, and make TONS of condescending remarks that made me feel like he thought I was a 1950s housewife, not the breadwinner of our family.
Honestly if we hadn't exhausted every other option and been 100% committed to buying that house, I would've walked away. I was so happy the day we closed and I didn't have to deal with him anymore.
My mother opened the door to a salesman when I was 5 or so. Salesman says "Your daughter is so cute. She must look like her father." My mother told him he should work on his sales dialogue and closed the door.
Oh, I hate the complete lack of acknowledgement by staff. Husband and I got that in two different local restaurants while on date nights last summer. Sure, we don’t flash obvious wealth symbols, but we’ve both worked in food service and tip 20% as a baseline (more for good service). Both times, we walked out and gave our money to better staffed businesses.
My son (around 10 at the time) and I went to an RV dealer to look around the lot - really just to get an education on what types, etc. About 10 minutes after looking at one, the salesman says "we ready to go start the paperwork?" I said no, we're not buying anything today - and that we're happy to look around on our own - and we'd bring my wife back when we're ready to make a decision.
He says, "You're what we call a one-legger. You can't do anything without your spouse."
It became a good discussion for my son on what to say to people and how not to talk to people.
Are there seriously people out there who do things like it a car or an RV without involving a spouse? Or are car salesmen somehow all hatcher from a 1950s time capsule?
Once when buying a car:
Finance drone: here's our wonderful extended warranty
Me: no thanks
Finance drone: don't you want to protect your purchase?
Me: I'm fine
Finance drone: oh well if cost is the problem, I can do you a favor and give you these coupons I was saving for my son. I think you need them more.
Me: <can't help but chuckle> thanks but no thanks, I'm sure your son will enjoy them.
She was not pleased her 'favor' was not graciously accepted. I wonder how many times 'her son's coupons' were given away?
Once when buying a car:
Finance drone: here's our wonderful extended warranty
Me: no thanks
Finance drone: don't you want to protect your purchase?
Me: I'm fine
Finance drone: oh well if cost is the problem, I can do you a favor and give you these coupons I was saving for my son. I think you need them more.
Me: <can't help but chuckle> thanks but no thanks, I'm sure your son will enjoy them.
She was not pleased her 'favor' was not graciously accepted. I wonder how many times 'her son's coupons' were given away?
I had the warranty gal try really hard to get me to buy one for the Hyundai I bought used a few years ago, I think originally they wanted almost $4k for a 3 year thing, I was like hell no, that’s way too much, and they eventually lowered it by almost half, but I didn’t budge. The final attempt to get me into it was “we’re offering this to you at cost, you can always just put it on a credit card”. Not a chance.
Once when buying a car:
Finance drone: here's our wonderful extended warranty
Me: no thanks
Finance drone: don't you want to protect your purchase?
Me: I'm fine
Finance drone: oh well if cost is the problem, I can do you a favor and give you these coupons I was saving for my son. I think you need them more.
Me: <can't help but chuckle> thanks but no thanks, I'm sure your son will enjoy them.
She was not pleased her 'favor' was not graciously accepted. I wonder how many times 'her son's coupons' were given away?
I had the warranty gal try really hard to get me to buy one for the Hyundai I bought used a few years ago, I think originally they wanted almost $4k for a 3 year thing, I was like hell no, that’s way too much, and they eventually lowered it by almost half, but I didn’t budge. The final attempt to get me into it was “we’re offering this to you at cost, you can always just put it on a credit card”. Not a chance.
GEICO offers the MBI. https://www.geico.com/auto-insurance/mechanical-breakdown-insurance/ (https://www.geico.com/auto-insurance/mechanical-breakdown-insurance/)
This is just like warranty with a $250 deductible, just way cheaper. It covers the car till 100k miles or 7 years, whichever is earlier. On my last $35k minivan, it is currently $27.90 for 6 months.
(I have switched to GEICO specifically to get this. I had Amica and was very happy with them otherwise.)
I have purchased two new cars so far - one 12 years ago and one 3 years ago. Both times, when the warranty was pushed - I told them "GEICO gives me MBI for 7 years for $390. Why do you charge 5 times that"?
Both times, the paperwork guy at the dealership commented how quickly we were done after we made short work of the warranty/etching/waxing etc. etc. salesperson.
And then there's the story of when I was at the counter in a store waiting to buy a dress and it occurred to me that I had entered the store, browsed for 20 minutes, tried on multiple dresses and made it to the counter without once being acknowledged by the staff. I left the dress on the counter and exited.
And then there's the story of when I was at the counter in a store waiting to buy a dress and it occurred to me that I had entered the store, browsed for 20 minutes, tried on multiple dresses and made it to the counter without once being acknowledged by the staff. I left the dress on the counter and exited.
This would be my dream come true. I absolutely hate talking to strangers and I hate when every 10 minutes a new sales person comes up and asks me if I need help. I am firmly on the side of "I will shop on my own and if I need help I will approach you - you don't need to approach me."
This would be my dream come true. I absolutely hate talking to strangers and I hate when every 10 minutes a new sales person comes up and asks me if I need help. I am firmly on the side of "I will shop on my own and if I need help I will approach you - you don't need to approach me."
This would be my dream come true. I absolutely hate talking to strangers and I hate when every 10 minutes a new sales person comes up and asks me if I need help. I am firmly on the side of "I will shop on my own and if I need help I will approach you - you don't need to approach me."
This. If the salespeople are too in my face, I will leave no matter how much I need the item in question.
I know they are just doing their jobs, and, having worked retail myself in the past, I try not to get angry at them in specific about it. But, it stresses me out so I generally just give them a polite "no thank you" and leave.
I hate stealerships and lot vultures; I wish there was a way to test-drive without dealing with the BS.
Carmax.
Nope. 2 experiences there. 2 diff locations. They don't haggle. And they push hard to buy extended warranty, harder than your average stealership. Carmax doesn't have latest models. I deal with car purchases once per year, minimum, mostly for friends and relatives, most want a new car.
Don't believe their marketing "clean-cut, no haggle" hype. They're tripe.
Yesterday I set up an appointment to get my car's brakes looked at. Had new pads and rotors installed a couple months ago, and I'm pretty sure one of my rear brakes has been intermittently rubbing (occasional burning smell strongest near rear wheels, reduced fuel economy) since then.
I got a number of suggestions that could have led to anything from them doing nothing ("It's normal to see lower fuel economy during the winter") to a bunch of unnecessary maintenance ("you recently replaced the fuel pump, the fuel economy could be an issue with that"):
No, when I said I'm pretty sure I have a brake rubbing, it means I want you to look at my damn brakes and make sure they're not rubbing before I shred my pads/rotors to the extent that I need ANOTHER set of new brakes.
So this is my 2 part time share story. Back when we were first married, my wife and I would go on time share sales things to get the prizes when we'd go on vacation.
Part 1: We go through the entire sales thing, tour the place, all the things needed to get our "whatever it was" prize. Down to the final questions and big sales push. The sales guy asks the "yes" questions. Starts with "If I could show you how you could actually save money with this time share, would you buy?". I say no. He just stops. "So you have no intention of buying, no matter what?". me: "That's right". He then goes into his sob story about he's doing this for a living and we wasted his time and.... Of course we only went there because of the fliers to go to a short presentation to GET THE BIG PRIZE OF whatever it was. He says "If you ever do another of these, please just tell them up front that you won't buy.
Part 2: Same island, flier at the airport, different facility. It touts that they'll pay taxi fee and whatever the prize was. We go into the welcome booth. A sales person comes out. We're walking from the booth to start our tour and he starts with "If I could show you a way to save money on vacations, would you be interested?". My answer.....no. He stops and asks a couple other questions, then says "wait here". He comes back with our voucher for a very nice restaurant and $10 in change to pay for the taxi. He has the same complaint....."I do this for a living and you've wasted my time". I can only guess that these clowns have to rotate as marks come in, like they do at car dealerships. So now he has to wait through the rotation to get another chance to sell a worthless timeshare to the next sucker.
Starts with "If I could show you how you could actually save money with this time share, would you buy?". I say no. He just stops. "So you have no intention of buying, no matter what?". me: "That's right".I gotta remember that one. DW and I have only done the timeshare presentation thing once, and if we could save that poor salesguy a few hours of his time (and ours), I'd be delighted.
And then there's the story of when I was at the counter in a store waiting to buy a dress and it occurred to me that I had entered the store, browsed for 20 minutes, tried on multiple dresses and made it to the counter without once being acknowledged by the staff. I left the dress on the counter and exited.
This would be my dream come true. I absolutely hate talking to strangers and I hate when every 10 minutes a new sales person comes up and asks me if I need help. I am firmly on the side of "I will shop on my own and if I need help I will approach you - you don't need to approach me."
I'm talking basic acknowledgement - eye contact and a smile. It was like I was invisible, and there were staff there in the store.
When we got engaged I had no expectation of a ring but my husband said I should have one. We decided to buy a stone and then have it set. I didn't want a diamond. We got the stone, took it to a jeweler and told him what we wanted. He said he could do it and I asked how much it would be. He gave me a smarmy smile and said, "YOU don't worry about the cost!" I told him they were our finances and it was absolutely my business.
When I told my mother the story she quietly asked, "Is he still alive?"
When I told my mother the story she quietly asked, "Is he still alive?"
I love your mother.
This would be my dream come true. I absolutely hate talking to strangers and I hate when every 10 minutes a new sales person comes up and asks me if I need help. I am firmly on the side of "I will shop on my own and if I need help I will approach you - you don't need to approach me."
This. If the salespeople are too in my face, I will leave no matter how much I need the item in question.
I know they are just doing their jobs, and, having worked retail myself in the past, I try not to get angry at them in specific about it. But, it stresses me out so I generally just give them a polite "no thank you" and leave.
A greeting is nice. I don't want help shopping. I want left alone to browse. But I need prompt service at the register. I'm not going to wait around or try to find an employee to pay.
2. I work in a office building with a no soliciting sign on the front door and on the door to our suite. Years ago, this guy came in and wanted to talk to me about how he could save our company money. I said, "You don't have an appointment and we have two no soliciting signs that you ignored." He replied with, "I'm not soliciting, I'm trying to help you save money!" I told him we weren't interested and that he needed to leave the premises. He condescendingly said, "You don't want to save your company money?!" I said, "Nope, I don't. Please leave." LOL!
When we got engaged I had no expectation of a ring but my husband said I should have one. We decided to buy a stone and then have it set. I didn't want a diamond. We got the stone, took it to a jeweler and told him what we wanted. He said he could do it and I asked how much it would be. He gave me a smarmy smile and said, "YOU don't worry about the cost!" I told him they were our finances and it was absolutely my business.
When I told my mother the story she quietly asked, "Is he still alive?"
I love your mother.
"Hon", especially I ask the person to stop calling me that.
It goes double if they touch or grab any part of my body and won't stop touching me after I ask them to stop. I haven't yet escalated to an uppercut but I do grab the offender's hand, forcibly remove it, and bend the wrist in a way that causes intense discomfort while repeating my request..
2. I work in a office building with a no soliciting sign on the front door and on the door to our suite. Years ago, this guy came in and wanted to talk to me about how he could save our company money. I said, "You don't have an appointment and we have two no soliciting signs that you ignored." He replied with, "I'm not soliciting, I'm trying to help you save money!" I told him we weren't interested and that he needed to leave the premises. He condescendingly said, "You don't want to save your company money?!" I said, "Nope, I don't. Please leave." LOL!
Could have responded with "I don't need help from someone who is illiterate!"
What's the worst thing anyone has ever said to you when trying to sell you something?
Are your parents home?
A sales person greeted me this way when he rang the bell and I opened the door to our home being in my early thirties. No, they aren‘t and I closed the door. To this day I have no idea what he was trying to sell us.
"Hon", especially I ask the person to stop calling me that.
It goes double if they touch or grab any part of my body and won't stop touching me after I ask them to stop. I haven't yet escalated to an uppercut but I do grab the offender's hand, forcibly remove it, and bend the wrist in a way that causes intense discomfort while repeating my request..
Not as bad, but just last week I got the “young lady” treatment from someone in a grocery store. . One of these days I need to clue in these clueless guys that bringing attention to my age is not cool.
What's the worst thing anyone has ever said to you when trying to sell you something?
Are your parents home?
A sales person greeted me this way when he rang the bell and I opened the door to our home being in my early thirties. No, they aren‘t and I closed the door. To this day I have no idea what he was trying to sell us.
My answer to that used to be: "They live in a different country, but feel free to call them and check."
Not completely related but when I did a brief amount of internet dating, I had 2 hookups with this one guy. And- he kept pushing for more extreme stuff, which I said, I don't mind sexting about it, but I'm not going to do. And he kept bringing it up. To the point one day (when my Dad was visiting) that he was going to be at this hotel room, and for me to come, and I'll really enjoy it etc. And I texted back "nah" but you can tell me about it later. And he got pissed texted "you just don't want to enjoy yourself!" I texted lol and that was the end of the sexting.
I don't think he realized the number of times that women have heard that line...
Many years ago, I got quotes for replacement windows in my house from several companies including a large national one. The large national company salesman quoted more than double the amount of a small local firm. When I mentioned this, the salesman said, "When you got the quote from the small local firm the owner probably came round himself in his work van. OUR company directors are driving around in Lamborghinis and don't see customers."
Well, thank you for offering me the opportunity to spend an extra few months of my salary to subsidise your company directors' flash cars. And goodbye.
This is bizarre. Do people really choose a company that way? It must be some form of "success follows success" belief.
The most you could say is that it’s a refreshing bout of honesty from a salesman.
After the usual preliminary BS the salesman invited us to his office. On the corner of his desk was a Bible. I saw it; Mom saw it, but the salesman, apparently not willing to leave it to chance that we had in fact seen it said "Oh! There's my Bible! I wondered what blah blah blah some hogwash about loaning it to a co-worker who must have returned it blah blah blah!"
When we got engaged I had no expectation of a ring but my husband said I should have one. We decided to buy a stone and then have it set. I didn't want a diamond. We got the stone, took it to a jeweler and told him what we wanted. He said he could do it and I asked how much it would be. He gave me a smarmy smile and said, "YOU don't worry about the cost!" I told him they were our finances and it was absolutely my business.
When I told my mother the story she quietly asked, "Is he still alive?"
I love your mother.
Love it!
Years ago DH and I needed to replace our Saturn that was on death's door. We went to a dealer to check out one model we were discussing. The dealership is located in a wealthy suburb and they were used to people walking in and paying cash, especially for Junior's first car. While we had the cash, we didn't fit the wealthy stereotype to the salesperson, who obviously was not taking us seriously, we just didn't fit his typical wealthy customer profile I guess. He mentioned in a rather condescending manner "I suppose you will have to finance this?". We were "no, this is a cash sale" he laughed. We walked out of there and bought elsewhere.
When we got engaged I had no expectation of a ring but my husband said I should have one. We decided to buy a stone and then have it set. I didn't want a diamond. We got the stone, took it to a jeweler and told him what we wanted. He said he could do it and I asked how much it would be. He gave me a smarmy smile and said, "YOU don't worry about the cost!" I told him they were our finances and it was absolutely my business.
When I told my mother the story she quietly asked, "Is he still alive?"
I love your mother.
Love it!
Years ago DH and I needed to replace our Saturn that was on death's door. We went to a dealer to check out one model we were discussing. The dealership is located in a wealthy suburb and they were used to people walking in and paying cash, especially for Junior's first car. While we had the cash, we didn't fit the wealthy stereotype to the salesperson, who obviously was not taking us seriously, we just didn't fit his typical wealthy customer profile I guess. He mentioned in a rather condescending manner "I suppose you will have to finance this?". We were "no, this is a cash sale" he laughed. We walked out of there and bought elsewhere.
Stories like these makes me think a well adjusted person might make a killing selling cars. Everyone seems to have dealt with an off the wall weird sales person at some time or another.
I'll second the religion/business crossover. I avoid those folks too. That said, the best roofer I've ever used is an example of a religion/business crossover. Does good work and is priced right.
Whenever I'm dealing with someone who makes a big point of making sure I know what a "Good Christian" he or she is, I make sure I have a tight grip on my wallet.
Or muslim. or jewish. or atheist.Whenever I'm dealing with someone who makes a big point of making sure I know what a "Good Christian" he or she is, I make sure I have a tight grip on my wallet.
Yeah, you don't want the ones that tell you they're Christian by their words. You want the ones that show you they're Christian by their actions.
So many bad car stories!
I once had a hairdresser (at a cheap budget-cuts place) squeal "Oh my god, WHOOOO cut your hair?" I took great pleasure in saying "It was you, why do you ask?"
I work in a office building with a no soliciting sign on the front door and on the door to our suite. Years ago, this guy came in and wanted to talk to me about how he could save our company money. I said, "You don't have an appointment and we have two no soliciting signs that you ignored." He replied with, "I'm not soliciting, I'm trying to help you save money!" I told him we weren't interested and that he needed to leave the premises.
Or muslim. or jewish. or atheist.Whenever I'm dealing with someone who makes a big point of making sure I know what a "Good Christian" he or she is, I make sure I have a tight grip on my wallet.
Yeah, you don't want the ones that tell you they're Christian by their words. You want the ones that show you they're Christian by their actions.
No offense to your beliefs, but what does religion have to do with business? Christianity does not corner the market on ethical behavior. Right about now, I'd say they're probably in last place in the USA.
I actually don't think we're that far apart on this. I'm specifically casting suspicions on those businesspeople who call attention to their religious affiliation upfront as a selling point before they've done anything.
I can add onto the horrible car dealership stories.
Husband has tracked down the perfect truck for him, lightly used Tacoma that's only three years old. We test drive, it looks good. Wrangle a deal with the sales guy--stage one.
Move to the Finance Lady, who is a saccharine as the sugar plum fairy... to my husband. When I try to look at the paperwork on the overwrought warranty she's trying to sell my husband, SHE SNATCHED IT OUT OF MY HANDS. Every time I asked a question, she refused to answer and started talking up the warranty to my husband.
Luckily husband saw all this and asked for some privacy. In the 60 seconds she left us alone, we reaffirmed that the dealer warranties are for idiots, and if we really think the truck is going to hell in handbasket within 5 years, why are we paying the price premium that even used Tacomas command?
Finance Lady was not happy that we refused all warranties. Suddenly she couldn't speed us out of that room fast enough, and no more small talk either.
Other highlights: "You know if you manage to pay it off early, like in 4 or 5 years..." Husband and I just looked at each other and laughed. She was not amused.
When I was 22 my mom told my best friend and I to go to her friend’s bridal shop. We are casually dressed. She wouldn’t show us any. Later she asked my mom when we were coming in. My mom told her what happened. The owner asked who waited on us and it was her. We bought at a place that treated us great. My husband had a master’s degree in math. But he loved working as a tool and dye maker. We meet at a car dealership right after work. He has jeans and a flannel shirt on. He also has a clipboard with what we wanted and prices from consumer reports (no internet back then). He only answered my husband’s questions about exact prices for various options with generalities and wouldn’t give us exact prices. We walked out and bought elsewhere. It wasn’t even a expensive car being a ford escort.
I work in a office building with a no soliciting sign on the front door and on the door to our suite. Years ago, this guy came in and wanted to talk to me about how he could save our company money. I said, "You don't have an appointment and we have two no soliciting signs that you ignored." He replied with, "I'm not soliciting, I'm trying to help you save money!" I told him we weren't interested and that he needed to leave the premises.
Years ago I worked on the 1st floor of our company building. There was a security guard at the entrance 24/7. One day I'm at my desk and a guy walks in holding a brochure for some type of cookware and tries to get me to buy a set. The sets are boxed up in his car, I can take it home today! Took him back to the lobby and sent him out the door, then asked the security guard how some itinerant salesperson got past him. He said, "He told me he had left something in your office earlier and just needed to run back and get it, so I didn't think I should disturb you for that." I guess that tactic has worked before?
Beyond that weird part, what could possibly be the success rate of trying to sell sets of cookware to people at work? Is there anyone who might say "Cool, this saves me a trip to Target after work!"
When I was 22 my mom told my best friend and I to go to her friend’s bridal shop. We are casually dressed. She wouldn’t show us any. Later she asked my mom when we were coming in. My mom told her what happened. The owner asked who waited on us and it was her. We bought at a place that treated us great. My husband had a master’s degree in math. But he loved working as a tool and dye maker. We meet at a car dealership right after work. He has jeans and a flannel shirt on. He also has a clipboard with what we wanted and prices from consumer reports (no internet back then). He only answered my husband’s questions about exact prices for various options with generalities and wouldn’t give us exact prices. We walked out and bought elsewhere. It wasn’t even a expensive car being a ford escort.
Bridal shops are awful. When I bought my dress, I was with my very well-groomed mom, and the sales staff fawned over me. When I went to pick it up after alterations, I was with a friend and we were dressed down in old T-shirts and jeans (and I looked younger than mid-20s). The staff first ignored us completely and then treated us dismissively until they saw the paid-in-full receipt. It was so rude and gross that if the dress hadn't already been altered, I'd have asked for a full refund.
It's astounding how poorly vendors in the wedding industry behave. They get away with it only because people have been conditioned to tolerate excess expense and poor customer service.When I was 22 my mom told my best friend and I to go to her friend’s bridal shop. We are casually dressed. She wouldn’t show us any. Later she asked my mom when we were coming in. My mom told her what happened. The owner asked who waited on us and it was her. We bought at a place that treated us great. My husband had a master’s degree in math. But he loved working as a tool and dye maker. We meet at a car dealership right after work. He has jeans and a flannel shirt on. He also has a clipboard with what we wanted and prices from consumer reports (no internet back then). He only answered my husband’s questions about exact prices for various options with generalities and wouldn’t give us exact prices. We walked out and bought elsewhere. It wasn’t even a expensive car being a ford escort.
Bridal shops are awful. When I bought my dress, I was with my very well-groomed mom, and the sales staff fawned over me. When I went to pick it up after alterations, I was with a friend and we were dressed down in old T-shirts and jeans (and I looked younger than mid-20s). The staff first ignored us completely and then treated us dismissively until they saw the paid-in-full receipt. It was so rude and gross that if the dress hadn't already been altered, I'd have asked for a full refund.
I just want to add that I love this description.I've made a wedding gown from scratch and I know the basics of clothing design due to years of working on everything from gis to lingerie. I command, and textiles obey. They just can't help it: they fold and fasten in accordance with my will, and the movement of the needle is almost like an afterthought.
PSA announcement: we've been in several dealership offices that were bugged. One had an active webcam pointed at us from a bookshelf with a microphone nested between things on the desk near us. Another seemed to know everything we discussed when he was checking with his manager.
So, if you want to strategize in private with your SO, take a walk.
I went into a store like Banana Republic looking for a blouse and the one that I tried on was a little tight because I could not raise my arms. When the sales person checked in on me I mentioned that I couldn't raise my arms.
Her response: You are not going to be raising your arms when wearing it.
Yeah, sure, maybe you would not be but when I'm crawling the floor rewiring network cables under my desk then raising my arms seems like a good thing.
I went into a store like Banana Republic looking for a blouse and the one that I tried on was a little tight because I could not raise my arms. When the sales person checked in on me I mentioned that I couldn't raise my arms.
Her response: You are not going to be raising your arms when wearing it.
Yeah, sure, maybe you would not be but when I'm crawling the floor rewiring network cables under my desk then raising my arms seems like a good thing.
This is when being able to speak another language with your SO would come in handy.
That reminds me that during our last new car purchase my husband actually prepped me with a couple of quick phrases in mandarin to be able to use to indicate thumbs up or thumbs down if someone was listening in on our conversation.
I too love this description.I just want to add that I love this description.I've made a wedding gown from scratch and I know the basics of clothing design due to years of working on everything from gis to lingerie. I command, and textiles obey. They just can't help it: they fold and fasten in accordance with my will, and the movement of the needle is almost like an afterthought.
Now, my sewing skills are strong because I learned to do it when I was seven and have been doing it off and on all my life. At one point I did tailoring as a side gig. I own a serger. I've made a wedding gown from scratch and I know the basics of clothing design due to years of working on everything from gis to lingerie. I command, and textiles obey. They just can't help it: they fold and fasten in accordance with my will, and the movement of the needle is almost like an afterthought. So, I had the young woman rescue the dress. I did all the work-- what the bride ordered plus what the tailor told her she didn't need-- along with raising the hems on the bridesmaids' dresses and extending the seams on the thigh slits for a more conservative look-- in about fifteen hours of effort not including fittings. I did it for free because this was the family that had originally given me my Venomous Spaz Beast and I'd been looking for ways to pay them back for years. The VSB attended all the fittings, including the Say Yes To The Dress champagne toast I set up for the wedding party because the vendors couldn't be bothered.
PSA announcement: we've been in several dealership offices that were bugged. One had an active webcam pointed at us from a bookshelf with a microphone nested between things on the desk near us. Another seemed to know everything we discussed when he was checking with his manager.
So, if you want to strategize in private with your SO, take a walk.
PSA announcement: we've been in several dealership offices that were bugged. One had an active webcam pointed at us from a bookshelf with a microphone nested between things on the desk near us. Another seemed to know everything we discussed when he was checking with his manager.
So, if you want to strategize in private with your SO, take a walk.
Yep - we'd heard that it's common for the salesperson to leave the office phone on an active intercom connection. When they go to "consult" with the manager, they sit there and eavesdrop on your conversation.
I used my FIL in a "good cop, bad cop" routine about how much I needed them to pay me for my tradein to get the deal I wanted on my first "new car" purchase many years ago.
In 2010, when I bought my last car, DH and I sat in the finance office, him playing on his cell phone and me with a book, silent, until they came back and caved.
Knowing the tricks can be a great thing, when spun to your advantage.
This one is from 2006 but still stands out, especially in retrospect (post mortgage bust). Context: It's mid 2006, I'm leaving my ex and buying a new condo with the money from the condo he and I owned together (woops, bad timing). I'm mortgage shopping and am on the phone with Wells Fargo, which pre-approves me for an *$880,000 mortgage*. I earn $80,000/year, at the time. The first person tries to sell me on an adjustable interest rate.
Him: "And you're going to get a raise every year, so the mortgage will adjust up in proportion." (Sit with that a minute.)
Me: "Really! I am? A raise every year?"
Him: "At least a cost of living adjustment of 2-3%."
Me: "Will you write that into the mortgage paperwork then?"
Him: "What?"
Me: "That the interest rate on the mortgage will only increase if I've actually gotten a raise, and then only in the same amount as the raise?"
Him: "Um, well..." etc.
MAGIC.
And magically a 2-3% increase on an $800k mortgage is the same as a 2-3% increase on your $80k salary.
So this is my 2 part time share story. Back when we were first married, my wife and I would go on time share sales things to get the prizes when we'd go on vacation.
Part 1: We go through the entire sales thing, tour the place, all the things needed to get our "whatever it was" prize. Down to the final questions and big sales push. The sales guy asks the "yes" questions. Starts with "If I could show you how you could actually save money with this time share, would you buy?". I say no. He just stops. "So you have no intention of buying, no matter what?". me: "That's right". He then goes into his sob story about he's doing this for a living and we wasted his time and.... Of course we only went there because of the fliers to go to a short presentation to GET THE BIG PRIZE OF whatever it was. He says "If you ever do another of these, please just tell them up front that you won't buy.
Part 2: Same island, flier at the airport, different facility. It touts that they'll pay taxi fee and whatever the prize was. We go into the welcome booth. A sales person comes out. We're walking from the booth to start our tour and he starts with "If I could show you a way to save money on vacations, would you be interested?". My answer.....no. He stops and asks a couple other questions, then says "wait here". He comes back with our voucher for a very nice restaurant and $10 in change to pay for the taxi. He has the same complaint....."I do this for a living and you've wasted my time". I can only guess that these clowns have to rotate as marks come in, like they do at car dealerships. So now he has to wait through the rotation to get another chance to sell a worthless timeshare to the next sucker.
At a popular jewelry store with my fiance during a pre-black friday sale to buy our wedding bands. We picked out what we wanted beforehand online, so it should have been an in and out type of deal.... or so I thought.
His was simple.... we told her what we wanted, he tried it on, she rang it up.
Mine.... I wanted a simple white gold band... that's it. We wanted it to be similar in price to his band ($200 range). They, of course, did not have it in stock. So this saleslady pulls out a $1000+ diamond encrusted double band ring and insists I try it on. I oblige (because why not). It's hideous and not at all what I'm looking for and I say "wow... this is too much for me." She pulls the mirror over and says "You deserve the best." and I guess expects me to ohh and ahh as I wave the monstrosity in front of my face. Yeah. No.
Let's just ring up my fiance's ring. "OH but do you want gifts for your bridesmaids. We have a bunch of great opt..." No thanks. "What about a stuffed bear to donate to [insert charity here]?" NO! "Extended warr....." OMG!!!!! Ring up the DARN RING!
I should have walked out but the thought of repeating that process to get his ring at another jewelry store was to much for me.
We still have to get my ring though... He has his budget, he has what I like, he has my size. I will NOT be going along for that one!
At a popular jewelry store with my fiance during a pre-black friday sale to buy our wedding bands. We picked out what we wanted beforehand online, so it should have been an in and out type of deal.... or so I thought.
His was simple.... we told her what we wanted, he tried it on, she rang it up.
Mine.... I wanted a simple white gold band... that's it. We wanted it to be similar in price to his band ($200 range). They, of course, did not have it in stock. So this saleslady pulls out a $1000+ diamond encrusted double band ring and insists I try it on. I oblige (because why not). It's hideous and not at all what I'm looking for and I say "wow... this is too much for me." She pulls the mirror over and says "You deserve the best." and I guess expects me to ohh and ahh as I wave the monstrosity in front of my face. Yeah. No.
Let's just ring up my fiance's ring. "OH but do you want gifts for your bridesmaids. We have a bunch of great opt..." No thanks. "What about a stuffed bear to donate to [insert charity here]?" NO! "Extended warr....." OMG!!!!! Ring up the DARN RING!
I should have walked out but the thought of repeating that process to get his ring at another jewelry store was to much for me.
We still have to get my ring though... He has his budget, he has what I like, he has my size. I will NOT be going along for that one!
Ugh, jewelry. My wedding band is a simple white gold band. I picked it out 17 years ago, and I’ve never wanted anything else (I like simple jewelry). But everyone from the jewelry store clerk (annoying but understandable, at least) to our moms, friends, random coworkers, etc. seemed to have major opinions. Apparently the thing to buy was a flashy, diamond-encrusted wedding set (engagement+wedding rings) for thousands of dollars that could then be fused together and worn as a single giant, heavy ring. Yeah, no.
Once long ago, my husband and I foolishly allowed a windows salesman to come into our house to give a pitch, and then when we said we would have to think about it, he refused to leave. I mean, absolutely refused to budge from our kitchen table for 30 min. I had to pick up the phone and start dialing the police before he got out! (Should have threatened this after just 5 min, but we were young and bewildered by his refusal to go.)
I hope you contacted management of the first place to express your displeasure at such offensive treatment.To be honest, considering all the crazy horror stories you hear about car salespeople I considered myself as having gotten off relatively lightly. Also, I suspect it would've just been dismissed as ~hysterical girlish whining~, the same way the car salesman at the time tried to bulldoze my response as ~silly girlish protests~. It was irritating in the moment, but satisfying enough to know that they would never have gotten a penny out of me.
It was raining today. We decided to order in. After accepting our order and taking our money, the food delivery service called half an hour after the specified delivery time and asked if we could go to the restaurant to pick up the food ourselves because they didn’t have enough delivery people/drivers working. And no, they would not reimburse the delivery fee.
I told them to refund all my money and I would cook my own dinner. Saved myself ~$35.
What's the worst thing anyone has ever said to you when trying to sell you something?
Are your parents home?
A sales person greeted me this way when he rang the bell and I opened the door to our home being in my early thirties. No, they aren‘t and I closed the door. To this day I have no idea what he was trying to sell us.
Years ago I was looking a a VW bug, I took it for a test drive and when I returned I commented that it had a hard pull to the right, the owner commented, "that will keep you from a head on collision".That is gold
Years ago I was looking a a VW bug, I took it for a test drive and when I returned I commented that it had a hard pull to the right, the owner commented, "that will keep you from a head on collision".That is gold
.... And then quoted me SEVEN HUNDRED DOLLARS for a tube of whatever goop she was smearing on me.
I explained to her as politely as I could that no way was that in my budget, at which point she dropped the price to $500 and I said, NOPE, still not in my budget. To which she responded, "you know, it doesn't matter if you're rich or poor, you will look good." ...
I was getting a haircut—a pixie at a Great Clips—and the hairstylist asked me how my boyfriend preferred my hair!
Never went back.
I was getting a haircut—a pixie at a Great Clips—and the hairstylist asked me how my boyfriend preferred my hair!
Never went back.
I had a boyfriend who preferred women to have long hair. He made the mistake of mentioning it more than once and I ripped into him, then made him shave his beard and grow out his hair to my preferred length (which he hated). I don't know if he learned his lesson, but he stopped saying anything at least.
The thing is, if those creams really were magical and would fix my thises and my thats I probably would pay crazy amounts of money for it. But I’m not convinced they will do much of anything beyond hydrate my skinnier the drugstore face lotion does.
The thing is, if those creams really were magical and would fix my thises and my thats I probably would pay crazy amounts of money for it. But I’m not convinced they will do much of anything beyond hydrate my skinnier the drugstore face lotion does.
What kills me is that it DID actually work, if temporarily. It sort of tightened everything up, and stung and then feel like I imagine Botox might feel (I've never had Botox). Like, my undereyes felt a bit numb. Which was VERY disconcerting. But it did shrink swelling. Much like hemorrhoid cream. HAHAHAHA, what if that is what it actually was, repackaged with swanky branding?
The next morning I was back to my usual puffy gross self though.
I walked by there again later and overheard her dropping the price even more to someone else. Shit, I should've just kept sitting there, maybe I could've eventually gotten it for like $10?
I was trying to negotiate the price of a new car but couldn't pin them down, kept quoting me monthly prices over various terms. When I insisted on knowing the bottom line he said' don't worry your pretty head about that dearie, if it's too much a month we'll just do it over longer'. Eventually I grabbed his calculator and worked it out myself.
Unfortunately I was doing mystery shopping for his company. That report was a joy to write up. Had I been a normal customer I'd have been out of there like a shot.
In adverts the thing that really turns me off is 'This Season's Must Haves'. Guess what, I haven't needed to buy any of your previous 'must haves' and don't feel I've suffered as a result.
The thing is, if those creams really were magical and would fix my thises and my thats I probably would pay crazy amounts of money for it. But I’m not convinced they will do much of anything beyond hydrate my skinnier the drugstore face lotion does.
What kills me is that it DID actually work, if temporarily. It sort of tightened everything up, and stung and then feel like I imagine Botox might feel (I've never had Botox). Like, my undereyes felt a bit numb. Which was VERY disconcerting. But it did shrink swelling. Much like hemorrhoid cream. HAHAHAHA, what if that is what it actually was, repackaged with swanky branding?
The next morning I was back to my usual puffy gross self though.
I walked by there again later and overheard her dropping the price even more to someone else. Shit, I should've just kept sitting there, maybe I could've eventually gotten it for like $10?
A salesperson at a car dealership once told me it was better to buy a new car and take out a loan (instead of a buying the used car I told him I was interested in) because "it's an investment."
A salesperson at a car dealership once told me it was better to buy a new car and take out a loan (instead of a buying the used car I told him I was interested in) because "it's an investment."
Reminds me of a local car dealer commercial playing now. Basically, "invest your tax refund on a new car from _____ dealership" That hurts two ways, its not an investment and why would anyone have that large of a tax refund anyway.
I was getting a haircut—a pixie at a Great Clips—and the hairstylist asked me how my boyfriend preferred my hair!
Never went back.
I had a boyfriend who preferred women to have long hair. He made the mistake of mentioning it more than once and I ripped into him, then made him shave his beard and grow out his hair to my preferred length (which he hated). I don't know if he learned his lesson, but he stopped saying anything at least.
I was getting a haircut—a pixie at a Great Clips—and the hairstylist asked me how my boyfriend preferred my hair!
Never went back.
I had a boyfriend who preferred women to have long hair. He made the mistake of mentioning it more than once and I ripped into him, then made him shave his beard and grow out his hair to my preferred length (which he hated). I don't know if he learned his lesson, but he stopped saying anything at least.
Wait, maybe I'm missing something, but what is wrong with someone stating their preference of hair? I mean, cut your hair however you want, it's his problem if he doesn't like it. Same with his beard and hair length, no one is forcing you to like that either. Preferences are preferences.
Thought of another one. While negotiating price of car purchase, the salesman whipped out the tried 'n true 4 square routine. I don't know how many times I told him I don't really care what the monthly payment is, I care about final price and my trade in value (bottom row of four square). He asked me finally "does it really matter? I'm trying to get you the lowest amount payment to make assist your monthly budget." Oh that's so thoughtful of you! /sarcasm
(litany of gender equality issues)
(litany of gender equality issues)
Not a sales story, but these stories of women being sidelined in financial matters reminds me of a friend of mine. She's chemistry professor at a university in Georgia. Not long after she got her PhD (late 90s) she was in a meeting where she was the only woman at the table. One of the men asked "little miss, can you get us some coffee?" Her response was "It's doctor and I'm not getting your fucking coffee!" Bear in mind everyone at the table including the first guy knew she was a professor just like them, and by credentials outranked a couple of them.
And what is "double glazing?"
And what is "double glazing?"
Windows. Watch this, lol -- https://www.netflix.com/title/80191680
.... And then quoted me SEVEN HUNDRED DOLLARS for a tube of whatever goop she was smearing on me.
I explained to her as politely as I could that no way was that in my budget, at which point she dropped the price to $500 and I said, NOPE, still not in my budget. To which she responded, "you know, it doesn't matter if you're rich or poor, you will look good." ...
I had a booth at a professional convention and they must not have sold out the booths or screened them because the one next to me was selling tubes of some under-eye cream. (This was weird because the convention had nothing to do with skin care or supplements ... think something like a tire convention and here's a skin care booth in the middle of 400 tire-related booths). I got to hear their shtick hundreds of times. And the prices would go from $500 to $300 to $100 to $50 if you would just resist, but hang around. They sold more than I thought they would, but it was amazing and eye-opening to see the process.
.... And then quoted me SEVEN HUNDRED DOLLARS for a tube of whatever goop she was smearing on me.
I explained to her as politely as I could that no way was that in my budget, at which point she dropped the price to $500 and I said, NOPE, still not in my budget. To which she responded, "you know, it doesn't matter if you're rich or poor, you will look good." ...
I had a booth at a professional convention and they must not have sold out the booths or screened them because the one next to me was selling tubes of some under-eye cream. (This was weird because the convention had nothing to do with skin care or supplements ... think something like a tire convention and here's a skin care booth in the middle of 400 tire-related booths). I got to hear their shtick hundreds of times. And the prices would go from $500 to $300 to $100 to $50 if you would just resist, but hang around. They sold more than I thought they would, but it was amazing and eye-opening to see the process.
They offered it for attendees who looked tired.
Just today, a contractor who did some work on my roof (but only after he finished the work) : by the way, who owns this place? So I replied, trying to keep a poker face, "I do!".
Just today, a contractor who did some work on my roof (but only after he finished the work) : by the way, who owns this place? So I replied, trying to keep a poker face, "I do!". The look on his face was incredulous. I don't even live in a big fancy place, just a small home, but there was no male in sight or even mentioned, how could this girl possibly own a home. I'm a business owner working from home today so I was wearing a black denim skirt, boots and a flannel shirt (and actually I do have a male partner but he was at work and we agreed that I handle the roof damage).
I'm a woman about to turn 30, who called in a roofing company after mild storm damage to my roof, made an appointment and showed them the damage and he only inquired about the owner after he was done. Asking if I'm the homeowner is a valid question but I would have done that before fixing the roof...
"Imagine how this car will CHANGE your LIFE!!!"Imagine... having LESS MONEY!!
I can't think of any personal sleazy salesperson stories, but I did have a friend who sold Kirby vacuum cleaners for a summer in college. He made good money because he did not care who he sold one of these expensive vacuum cleaners to. All he needed to do was get the signature on the line and he got paid.
He told me about how he sold one to a woman who lived in a run down trailer who had about 6 square feet of carpet.
Just today, a contractor who did some work on my roof (but only after he finished the work) : by the way, who owns this place? So I replied, trying to keep a poker face, "I do!". The look on his face was incredulous. I don't even live in a big fancy place, just a small home, but there was no male in sight or even mentioned, how could this girl possibly own a home. I'm a business owner working from home today so I was wearing a black denim skirt, boots and a flannel shirt (and actually I do have a male partner but he was at work and we agreed that I handle the roof damage).
I'm a woman about to turn 30, who called in a roofing company after mild storm damage to my roof, made an appointment and showed them the damage and he only inquired about the owner after he was done. Asking if I'm the homeowner is a valid question but I would have done that before fixing the roof...
Ha similar story only worse, I was just married, 26 years old, just bought our first house and DH deployed like a month later. Two days after he deploys we have a massive hail storm and the entire roof needs replacement. Called in 6 companies for quotes. First guy comes out, and is an older Russian gentleman. He looks over everything sits down at my kitchen table and starts going over numbers. I said OK, well I have other people coming out for quotes so just leave me a quote and I'll get back to you. Reasonable right?
NOPE! He starts upselling, saying I can get X roof for Y price and it's the best deal in town, BUT I have to sign the contract right then and there. Red flag flying*** so I again said just leave a quote. He got ENRAGED, refused to leave my house, told me "I'll sit right here until your husband comes home, then us MEN can do business." I said like hell you will he's at work, and I handle every financial decision in this house. He refused to believe that and said no man would let a woman handle his finances and refused to budge. I said please get off my property immediately you will NOT be getting my business, or the business of anyone on this block I can assure you. Still refused to leave and in fact got in my face pointing and yelling at me in Russian. I leaned over and said Sir, please leave the property immediately. In case you are unaware we are in a stand your ground state and I assure you, despite appearances, that I am an excellent shot. He almost broke the door on the way out. Scared the hell out of me let me tell you.
I called the company and it turns out it was the owners father who was 'visiting' and 'filling in' they apologized but too late by that point.
"Imagine how this car will CHANGE your LIFE!!!"Imagine... having LESS MONEY!!
Similar bad experiences buying cars as other posters here. When I called and asked if a particular model in their inventory had a sunroof ("oh definitely!") and saw that it didn't they salesguy told me: "only chicks and faggots care about things like that". Had the "Guess I know who wears the pants" comment when I wanted to talk things over with my spouse. And when I asked about high MPG cars and was shown some gas guzzling SUV there was a passive-aggressive (I kid you not) about how a vehicle's horsepower reflects their owners... prowess in bed. Buy the Mustang to show the world you can have sex like a stallion!!
Thank god I only buy a car every decade or so, and the last one came from a no-haggle family member (best deal I've ever got).
Just today, a contractor who did some work on my roof (but only after he finished the work) : by the way, who owns this place? So I replied, trying to keep a poker face, "I do!". The look on his face was incredulous. I don't even live in a big fancy place, just a small home, but there was no male in sight or even mentioned, how could this girl possibly own a home. I'm a business owner working from home today so I was wearing a black denim skirt, boots and a flannel shirt (and actually I do have a male partner but he was at work and we agreed that I handle the roof damage).
I'm a woman about to turn 30, who called in a roofing company after mild storm damage to my roof, made an appointment and showed them the damage and he only inquired about the owner after he was done. Asking if I'm the homeowner is a valid question but I would have done that before fixing the roof...
Ha similar story only worse, I was just married, 26 years old, just bought our first house and DH deployed like a month later. Two days after he deploys we have a massive hail storm and the entire roof needs replacement. Called in 6 companies for quotes. First guy comes out, and is an older Russian gentleman. He looks over everything sits down at my kitchen table and starts going over numbers. I said OK, well I have other people coming out for quotes so just leave me a quote and I'll get back to you. Reasonable right?
NOPE! He starts upselling, saying I can get X roof for Y price and it's the best deal in town, BUT I have to sign the contract right then and there. Red flag flying*** so I again said just leave a quote. He got ENRAGED, refused to leave my house, told me "I'll sit right here until your husband comes home, then us MEN can do business." I said like hell you will he's at work, and I handle every financial decision in this house. He refused to believe that and said no man would let a woman handle his finances and refused to budge. I said please get off my property immediately you will NOT be getting my business, or the business of anyone on this block I can assure you. Still refused to leave and in fact got in my face pointing and yelling at me in Russian. I leaned over and said Sir, please leave the property immediately. In case you are unaware we are in a stand your ground state and I assure you, despite appearances, that I am an excellent shot. He almost broke the door on the way out. Scared the hell out of me let me tell you.
I called the company and it turns out it was the owners father who was 'visiting' and 'filling in' they apologized but too late by that point.
Great story. Would'a been even better if you'd fired off a shot. :)
interesting (and contrarian) point."Imagine how this car will CHANGE your LIFE!!!"Imagine... having LESS MONEY!!
Similar bad experiences buying cars as other posters here. When I called and asked if a particular model in their inventory had a sunroof ("oh definitely!") and saw that it didn't they salesguy told me: "only chicks and faggots care about things like that". Had the "Guess I know who wears the pants" comment when I wanted to talk things over with my spouse. And when I asked about high MPG cars and was shown some gas guzzling SUV there was a passive-aggressive (I kid you not) about how a vehicle's horsepower reflects their owners... prowess in bed. Buy the Mustang to show the world you can have sex like a stallion!!
Thank god I only buy a car every decade or so, and the last one came from a no-haggle family member (best deal I've ever got).
One advantage to buying a new vehicle is you basically can order it like on Amazon. We realized newer vehicles of the car we wanted didn't depreciate meaningfully enough to make buying used an auto decision. So we found a new one.
Called the cheapest dealer nearby, got them to send paperwork, put down a deposit and the car showed up a few days later.
I had a boyfriend who really loved long hair. He mentioned to me once, while on vacation I think, how much he loved that my hair was getting longer.I was getting a haircut—a pixie at a Great Clips—and the hairstylist asked me how my boyfriend preferred my hair!
Never went back.
I had a boyfriend who preferred women to have long hair. He made the mistake of mentioning it more than once and I ripped into him, then made him shave his beard and grow out his hair to my preferred length (which he hated). I don't know if he learned his lesson, but he stopped saying anything at least.
You cut your own hair to spite your boyfriend?I had a boyfriend who really loved long hair. He mentioned to me once, while on vacation I think, how much he loved that my hair was getting longer.I was getting a haircut—a pixie at a Great Clips—and the hairstylist asked me how my boyfriend preferred my hair!
Never went back.
I had a boyfriend who preferred women to have long hair. He made the mistake of mentioning it more than once and I ripped into him, then made him shave his beard and grow out his hair to my preferred length (which he hated). I don't know if he learned his lesson, but he stopped saying anything at least.
His prior girlfriend's hair was almost to her butt.
I basically immediately went off and got a short (SHORT) bob. As in, last couple of inches near the neck shaved down with the trimmer short.
A salesperson at a car dealership once told me it was better to buy a new car and take out a loan (instead of a buying the used car I told him I was interested in) because "it's an investment."I just got into an argument with a couple of people who INSIST I need to add on to my house, because it will pay me back! It's an investment!
I just looked at him, said "that's NOT how it works," and walked away.
(The mustachian win in all of this is that we never ended up replacing my car. And I can't say the ridiculousness of car salespeople wasn't one of the things that pushed us in that direction...)
I'm pretty strong, and opinionated.You cut your own hair to spite your boyfriend?I had a boyfriend who really loved long hair. He mentioned to me once, while on vacation I think, how much he loved that my hair was getting longer.I was getting a haircut—a pixie at a Great Clips—and the hairstylist asked me how my boyfriend preferred my hair!
Never went back.
I had a boyfriend who preferred women to have long hair. He made the mistake of mentioning it more than once and I ripped into him, then made him shave his beard and grow out his hair to my preferred length (which he hated). I don't know if he learned his lesson, but he stopped saying anything at least.
His prior girlfriend's hair was almost to her butt.
I basically immediately went off and got a short (SHORT) bob. As in, last couple of inches near the neck shaved down with the trimmer short.
I don’t get it.
Ok. fwiw I hate when people tell me what I should go too and am unlikely to do something I don’t wAnt just for someone else. My misunderstanding was that you had long hair (presumably because you wanted it that way) but cut it when you found out your boyfriend liked it. That was what seemed strange.I'm pretty strong, and opinionated.You cut your own hair to spite your boyfriend?I had a boyfriend who really loved long hair. He mentioned to me once, while on vacation I think, how much he loved that my hair was getting longer.I was getting a haircut—a pixie at a Great Clips—and the hairstylist asked me how my boyfriend preferred my hair!
Never went back.
I had a boyfriend who preferred women to have long hair. He made the mistake of mentioning it more than once and I ripped into him, then made him shave his beard and grow out his hair to my preferred length (which he hated). I don't know if he learned his lesson, but he stopped saying anything at least.
His prior girlfriend's hair was almost to her butt.
I basically immediately went off and got a short (SHORT) bob. As in, last couple of inches near the neck shaved down with the trimmer short.
I don’t get it.
I like my hair short. I did back then, I do now. It feels good on me.
I also don't like it when people tell me they want me to change who I am. So yes, a bit of it was spite, but I wouldn't have done it had I liked long hair.
Ask my husband (not the long ago boyfriend), how it went over when we were on vacation with his family and his sister started BADGERING me about the fact that I was 32 and didn't have children yet. Husband called her up when we got home: "if you haven't figured it out by now, badgering my wife to do something that SHE DOESN'T WANT TO DO is a sure way of making everything worse. KNOCK IT OFF."
There is literally no reason to add on to my house EXCEPT for that fact that I'd do almost anything for a second bathroom. Except, apparently, call an architect.
Hmm...8 feet by 4 feet, if I'm reading it right...I'm not sure we have space in the back, but we could put it in the front yard, ha! Just a shed folks...There is literally no reason to add on to my house EXCEPT for that fact that I'd do almost anything for a second bathroom. Except, apparently, call an architect.
You could park one of these out back :)
https://www.made-in-china.com/showroom/fangdamagichouse/product-detailtCNJGbflaDkP/China-Modular-Prefabricated-Temporary-Luxury-Porta-Potty-Mobile-Toilet-Trailer-for-Sale.html
Hmm...8 feet by 4 feet, if I'm reading it right...I'm not sure we have space in the back, but we could put it in the front yard, ha! Just a shed folks...There is literally no reason to add on to my house EXCEPT for that fact that I'd do almost anything for a second bathroom. Except, apparently, call an architect.
You could park one of these out back :)
https://www.made-in-china.com/showroom/fangdamagichouse/product-detailtCNJGbflaDkP/China-Modular-Prefabricated-Temporary-Luxury-Porta-Potty-Mobile-Toilet-Trailer-for-Sale.html
Yeah, it would be really crappy.Hmm...8 feet by 4 feet, if I'm reading it right...I'm not sure we have space in the back, but we could put it in the front yard, ha! Just a shed folks...There is literally no reason to add on to my house EXCEPT for that fact that I'd do almost anything for a second bathroom. Except, apparently, call an architect.
You could park one of these out back :)
https://www.made-in-china.com/showroom/fangdamagichouse/product-detailtCNJGbflaDkP/China-Modular-Prefabricated-Temporary-Luxury-Porta-Potty-Mobile-Toilet-Trailer-for-Sale.html
Be sure to chain it to a tree so no one steals your guest bathroom... Now that would be an interesting report to file...
Ok. fwiw I hate when people tell me what I should go too and am unlikely to do something I don’t wAnt just for someone else. My misunderstanding was that you had long hair (presumably because you wanted it that way) but cut it when you found out your boyfriend liked it. That was what seemed strange.I'm pretty strong, and opinionated.You cut your own hair to spite your boyfriend?I had a boyfriend who really loved long hair. He mentioned to me once, while on vacation I think, how much he loved that my hair was getting longer.I was getting a haircut—a pixie at a Great Clips—and the hairstylist asked me how my boyfriend preferred my hair!
Never went back.
I had a boyfriend who preferred women to have long hair. He made the mistake of mentioning it more than once and I ripped into him, then made him shave his beard and grow out his hair to my preferred length (which he hated). I don't know if he learned his lesson, but he stopped saying anything at least.
His prior girlfriend's hair was almost to her butt.
I basically immediately went off and got a short (SHORT) bob. As in, last couple of inches near the neck shaved down with the trimmer short.
I don’t get it.
I like my hair short. I did back then, I do now. It feels good on me.
I also don't like it when people tell me they want me to change who I am. So yes, a bit of it was spite, but I wouldn't have done it had I liked long hair.
Ask my husband (not the long ago boyfriend), how it went over when we were on vacation with his family and his sister started BADGERING me about the fact that I was 32 and didn't have children yet. Husband called her up when we got home: "if you haven't figured it out by now, badgering my wife to do something that SHE DOESN'T WANT TO DO is a sure way of making everything worse. KNOCK IT OFF."
Per the hair-cutting, it does read like just trying to spite him, but I'm sure mm1970's then-boyfriend said a few other things or phrased it in such a way that her reaction was more reasonable. We're probably just getting a hastily jotted-down version.Yeah, so to be clear, I've never had long hair.
To roll this back on topic: not quite a decade ago, I was on vacation in Jamaica with my parents and sister as part of a cruise when one of my cousins was getting married. I was an adult and made my own money at that point, but I looked young for my age. Loads of street hawkers talked over me with "Would the boy like this?" and "Buy this for your boy!" directed towards my parents. Even if I would have been interested in a souvenir, they pissed me off so much I wouldn't have bought anything from them. My sister thought it was hilarious though.
we told him an hour ago we were looking for something to purchase with cash??For future reference saying this up front is very bad for negotiating price.
we told him an hour ago we were looking for something to purchase with cash??For future reference saying this up front is very bad for negotiating price.
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=gLxVyeFmod8
I like my long hair. Its easy. I cut it myself and don't need styling product. It's nice and warm and cuddly and I can strangle people with it.
I did have a guy I was dating who once said I'd be beautiful if I "did" my fingernails. WTF! They were clean (a major milestone for me), short and no polish but not horrible. I though it was a weird thing to say but not worthy of strangling him with my hair ;-).
I did have a guy I was dating who once said I'd be beautiful if
yeah seriously. I never got the "insult hiden in a compliment insult" thing. If you don't have anything nice to say then don't say anything. I see this happen.with sales people all the time. They do the reverse compliment/insult thing to sell you something. Many of the experiences in this thread really highlight that. It is sad that it works with so many people. But not mustashians of course. Otherwise I'd probably have nice nails and be less of the hideous beast I apparently am ;-)I did have a guy I was dating who once said I'd be beautiful if
This is the point where you know that the guy you're dating is an asshole.
I've never agreed with the notion that putting other people down is, or should be, an acceptable social practice.Well when it's standard operating procedure when running for president it doesn't seem likely to go away any time soon, unfortunately...
But only because the sales lady told me how if I wore a certain shade of lipstick (only $99.99) called "Assassin Red" I would be seen as a "Strong and Confident Woman".Maybe you need some Assassin Red hair dye. ;)
Once DH and I were shopping for a car for him, and the salesman tried to talk him into a tangerine orange Volkswagen. DH said that it was too flashy for him, and it was also overpriced. The salesman replied, "but it's Lamborghini orange. They use real Lamborghini paint." Lolol. I don't think people who buy Lamborghinis do it because of their paint.
As we were trying to leave, he gave us a sob story about how he was going to lose his job if he didn't sell 4 more cars by the end of the month. We wished him luck as we walked away.
That was several years ago and we still make jokes about "Lamborghini orange" cars.
I just think it's cool that you could strangle people with your hair.meh..why be Assassin Red when you can be Atomic Blonde ;-).But only because the sales lady told me how if I wore a certain shade of lipstick (only $99.99) called "Assassin Red" I would be seen as a "Strong and Confident Woman".Maybe you need some Assassin Red hair dye. ;)
Why not be both?meh..why be Assassin Red when you can be Atomic Blonde ;-).But only because the sales lady told me how if I wore a certain shade of lipstick (only $99.99) called "Assassin Red" I would be seen as a "Strong and Confident Woman".Maybe you need some Assassin Red hair dye. ;)
It's hard to out-snark a scythe-wielding rubber duck who thinks that confrontation is a spectator sport and that insults ought to be graded based on originality and technical difficulty.My favorite sentence of the day.
Pennywise the clown with blonde highlights? Very chic!Why not be both?meh..why be Assassin Red when you can be Atomic Blonde ;-).But only because the sales lady told me how if I wore a certain shade of lipstick (only $99.99) called "Assassin Red" I would be seen as a "Strong and Confident Woman".Maybe you need some Assassin Red hair dye. ;)
I've only been to a salon once in my life (oh that '90s perm...shudder) and I remember the very serious hard sell they tried on every single product they had using the "you'd look better if" strategy. I was too horrified by the perm to (fortunately) listen to anything they said. Women are bombarded with that since birth it seems. Men too but not for the beauty stuff. Learning to ignore it all is a huge relief.
On car financing: some of the car dealers around my hood (and especially dodge dealers) were charging $1000 extra if you paid cash for any car, used or new. So if you bought a $4000 used car and wanted to pay cash it would be $5000. Sheesh! They also had a new car incentive program for people with low credit score to be able to finance a shiny new car and would get $1700 off the purchase price. I imagine the interest rate was high but at least those with crappy credit score below 600-ish could get a Brand New Dodge Ram Super-Duper Monster Truck!Man, that's sleazy. What an awful industry, honestly.
They're all visually interchangeable, so they probably could. And if they all get pink-eye, call it Emo and make bank.QuoteThe perm fad has damaged people of both sexes equally.And the make up. "Dude you are wearing way too much eye liner!" Although from a Mustashian POV you can share everything from hair care products and make up to skinny jeans and spandex.
Now, the ending to this story is ironic because if I'd been a weak-willed little pushover, and gone out and bought something because I couldn't do math, I would be richer and have lower expenses. But neither of us knew that at the time.
A lot of you people are very easily offended.
I lost 125 lbs and went to a plastic surgeon for a consultation for skin removal (yes I know this is an expensive thing; I feel very lucky to have been able to afford it and don't regret it at all). First thing he said to me when he looked under the gown was "odd shaped chest".Good lord, you would think that someone in the plastic surgery business would have better sense than to openly comment on how people look.
I went to someone else (and saved a couple hundred doing so, bonus).
I lost 125 lbs and went to a plastic surgeon for a consultation for skin removal (yes I know this is an expensive thing; I feel very lucky to have been able to afford it and don't regret it at all). First thing he said to me when he looked under the gown was "odd shaped chest".Good lord, you would think that someone in the plastic surgery business would have better sense than to openly comment on how people look.
I went to someone else (and saved a couple hundred doing so, bonus).
I have zero experience with what you have gone through but I am sure it was money well spent. My aunt used to swim daily and another regular at her pool had also lost a ton of weight. Ex dot her insurance wouldn’t pay to have the excess skin removed and she apparently couldn’t afford it. My aunt dubbed her “the thousand year old woman” due to the excess skin.
Thank you for adding to the conversation!
I hate that bank employees are pressured to upsell constantly, they've replaced car salespersons as the new vultures.
yeah seriously. I never got the "insult hiden in a compliment insult" thing. If you don't have anything nice to say then don't say anything. I see this happen.with sales people all the time. They do the reverse compliment/insult thing to sell you something. Many of the experiences in this thread really highlight that. It is sad that it works with so many people. But not mustashians of course. Otherwise I'd probably have nice nails and be less of the hideous beast I apparently am ;-)I did have a guy I was dating who once said I'd be beautiful if
This is the point where you know that the guy you're dating is an asshole.
There is an entire school of thought-- common, I am told, in the Pick-Up Artist community-- that states people are more likely to value and want to please folks who put them down. Apparently putting someone down is a status signal that is supposed to elevate the person doing it and to project confidence, thereby helping increase the odds that the person putting the customer (or date) down will get what he or she wants. It's a sleazeball move and it doesn't surprise me that high pressure salespeople have adopted it.
I've never agreed with the notion that putting other people down is, or should be, an acceptable social practice. But based on observation I think it probably works if you're interacting with a person with low confidence or low status. I'm immune to the approach because of an accident of birth: putting me down generally results in me deciding that the person doing this is an insecure shit-for-brains and therefore a legitimate target. It's hard to out-snark a scythe-wielding rubber duck who thinks that confrontation is a spectator sport and that insults ought to be graded based on originality and technical difficulty.
Slapping the alpha wolf, or a scythe wielding quacker, has only one predictable outcome.
yeah seriously. I never got the "insult hiden in a compliment insult" thing. If you don't have anything nice to say then don't say anything. I see this happen.with sales people all the time. They do the reverse compliment/insult thing to sell you something. Many of the experiences in this thread really highlight that. It is sad that it works with so many people. But not mustashians of course. Otherwise I'd probably have nice nails and be less of the hideous beast I apparently am ;-)I did have a guy I was dating who once said I'd be beautiful if
This is the point where you know that the guy you're dating is an asshole.
There is an entire school of thought-- common, I am told, in the Pick-Up Artist community-- that states people are more likely to value and want to please folks who put them down. Apparently putting someone down is a status signal that is supposed to elevate the person doing it and to project confidence, thereby helping increase the odds that the person putting the customer (or date) down will get what he or she wants. It's a sleazeball move and it doesn't surprise me that high pressure salespeople have adopted it.
I've never agreed with the notion that putting other people down is, or should be, an acceptable social practice. But based on observation I think it probably works if you're interacting with a person with low confidence or low status. I'm immune to the approach because of an accident of birth: putting me down generally results in me deciding that the person doing this is an insecure shit-for-brains and therefore a legitimate target. It's hard to out-snark a scythe-wielding rubber duck who thinks that confrontation is a spectator sport and that insults ought to be graded based on originality and technical difficulty.
Slapping the alpha wolf, or a scythe wielding quacker, has only one predictable outcome.
I read the Pickup artist book - forgot the title. It was much better than I expected, because the author - Neil something - had no illusions about himself or the other characters he was learning from. There were 'natural PUA's in their 'community', but most of the guys, like himself, had never succeeded with women and were kind of obsessed with evening the score.
Negging works best on pretty women who are used to being told all the time how hot they are. And who are a bit insecure -- woman are programmed to be so that part is easy. If you say something a little mean to a very hot woman who is always hearing what a babe she is, you cut through the noise and get noticed, and yeah, she may now want you to upgrade your opinion of her.
But it doesn't work on women who weren't told they were super hot their whole lives. They've been negged plenty, its not new, and even if they're still insecure about how they look they don't want the approval of a jerk.
To actually neg someone effectively requires a lot of skill at reading people. I actually tried it on some super-hot guys that I thought were out of my league, and it did actually work. They were usually a little vain about something, so it was all about finding something to say that wasn't mean, that was true, and saying it the right way.
Obligatory XKCD:
(https://imgs.xkcd.com/comics/pickup_artist.png)
Obligatory XKCD:
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[xkcd comic snip]
I had to go find the comic so I wouldn't miss the rollover text
"Son, don't try to play 'make you feel bad' with the Michael Jordon of making you feel bad"
I had two very unprofessional conversations when declining the insurance on a rental car. I was early 20's and I had a woman yelling at me (not screaming, but yelling) because I wouldn't buy the insurance. About 2 years ago I declined the gas tank option on the rental car. The counter guy started making fun of me because I declined everything and said, "I guess you don't like saving money." I replied, "I guess not."
I had a bank teller offer me a credit card when I was in my mid to late 20's. I declined. He replied with something like, "I guess you aren't very good at managing money."
I had two very unprofessional conversations when declining the insurance on a rental car. I was early 20's and I had a woman yelling at me (not screaming, but yelling) because I wouldn't buy the insurance. About 2 years ago I declined the gas tank option on the rental car. The counter guy started making fun of me because I declined everything and said, "I guess you don't like saving money." I replied, "I guess not."
I had a bank teller offer me a credit card when I was in my mid to late 20's. I declined. He replied with something like, "I guess you aren't very good at managing money."
I had someone at the bank throw the same line at me in a very similar situation. I replied, "I guess you aren't very good at cross-selling." The look on the guy's face was priceless!
I accidentally negged my now partner early on in our dating life by telling him that it was good his looks made up for his intellectual shortcomings. He took it as a compliment to his attractiveness because anyone who gets a Science paper while motoring through their MD-PhD has no doubts as to their smarts.I tell my husband all the time that I married him for his beauty!
The worst thing anyone has said to me when trying to sell was a Clinique saleswoman who suggested I buy her products because of my aging skin. I told her I was almost 22 and walked away.
Today no one was trying to sell me anything, but I was trying to buy something. The guy behind the counter and a woman in front of it were having a lengthy social conversation. I waited five minutes and then decided to butt in, which I did politely by saying excuse me a couple of times. After the third time, the guy snapped at me to just wait patiently! Pretty pleased with my response here, because I'm not usually so quick off the mark. I said very loudly so the other staff at the back of the store could hear 'You know what? How about YOU wait patiently for me to bother trying to spend money here again??" and put my would -be purchase on the counter in front of him.... and left. I won't be going back there :)
Today no one was trying to sell me anything, but I was trying to buy something. The guy behind the counter and a woman in front of it were having a lengthy social conversation. I waited five minutes and then decided to butt in, which I did politely by saying excuse me a couple of times. After the third time, the guy snapped at me to just wait patiently! Pretty pleased with my response here, because I'm not usually so quick off the mark. I said very loudly so the other staff at the back of the store could hear 'You know what? How about YOU wait patiently for me to bother trying to spend money here again??" and put my would -be purchase on the counter in front of him.... and left. I won't be going back there :)These stories rarely happen "just because" in the US, probably because of the inane customer service focus. But if it *does* happen, it's probably because the people behind the counter actually don't like you. They're racist, or they don't think you're cool enough to shop there, or whatever.
I respectfully and completely disagree with your conclusions, @projekt. However, in Anna's situation, I would have asked for the owner or manager. Well, knowing me, I would have just gone and found them myself. Absent one, or if this idiot was the manager, I would have called or emailed HQ as soon as I had left the store. The jerk at the counter doesn't give a shit if you buy something or not. Frankly, a photograph of the offender sent to HQ or, as a last resort, posted on Social Media would be the ideal resolution, IMO.Today no one was trying to sell me anything, but I was trying to buy something. The guy behind the counter and a woman in front of it were having a lengthy social conversation. I waited five minutes and then decided to butt in, which I did politely by saying excuse me a couple of times. After the third time, the guy snapped at me to just wait patiently! Pretty pleased with my response here, because I'm not usually so quick off the mark. I said very loudly so the other staff at the back of the store could hear 'You know what? How about YOU wait patiently for me to bother trying to spend money here again??" and put my would -be purchase on the counter in front of him.... and left. I won't be going back there :)These stories rarely happen "just because" in the US, probably because of the inane customer service focus. But if it *does* happen, it's probably because the people behind the counter actually don't like you. They're racist, or they don't think you're cool enough to shop there, or whatever.
Today no one was trying to sell me anything, but I was trying to buy something. The guy behind the counter and a woman in front of it were having a lengthy social conversation. I waited five minutes and then decided to butt in, which I did politely by saying excuse me a couple of times. After the third time, the guy snapped at me to just wait patiently! Pretty pleased with my response here, because I'm not usually so quick off the mark. I said very loudly so the other staff at the back of the store could hear 'You know what? How about YOU wait patiently for me to bother trying to spend money here again??" and put my would -be purchase on the counter in front of him.... and left. I won't be going back there :)These stories rarely happen "just because" in the US, probably because of the inane customer service focus. But if it *does* happen, it's probably because the people behind the counter actually don't like you. They're racist, or they don't think you're cool enough to shop there, or whatever.
Today no one was trying to sell me anything, but I was trying to buy something. The guy behind the counter and a woman in front of it were having a lengthy social conversation. I waited five minutes and then decided to butt in, which I did politely by saying excuse me a couple of times. After the third time, the guy snapped at me to just wait patiently! Pretty pleased with my response here, because I'm not usually so quick off the mark. I said very loudly so the other staff at the back of the store could hear 'You know what? How about YOU wait patiently for me to bother trying to spend money here again??" and put my would -be purchase on the counter in front of him.... and left. I won't be going back there :)These stories rarely happen "just because" in the US, probably because of the inane customer service focus. But if it *does* happen, it's probably because the people behind the counter actually don't like you. They're racist, or they don't think you're cool enough to shop there, or whatever.
I respectfully and completely disagree with your conclusions, @projekt. However, in Anna's situation, I would have asked for the owner or manager. Well, knowing me, I would have just gone and found them myself. Absent one, or if this idiot was the manager, I would have called or emailed HQ as soon as I had left the store. The jerk at the counter doesn't give a shit if you buy something or not. Frankly, a photograph of the offender sent to HQ or, as a last resort, posted on Social Media would be the ideal resolution, IMO.Today no one was trying to sell me anything, but I was trying to buy something. The guy behind the counter and a woman in front of it were having a lengthy social conversation. I waited five minutes and then decided to butt in, which I did politely by saying excuse me a couple of times. After the third time, the guy snapped at me to just wait patiently! Pretty pleased with my response here, because I'm not usually so quick off the mark. I said very loudly so the other staff at the back of the store could hear 'You know what? How about YOU wait patiently for me to bother trying to spend money here again??" and put my would -be purchase on the counter in front of him.... and left. I won't be going back there :)These stories rarely happen "just because" in the US, probably because of the inane customer service focus. But if it *does* happen, it's probably because the people behind the counter actually don't like you. They're racist, or they don't think you're cool enough to shop there, or whatever.
Still frustrating to be treated so rudely.I respectfully and completely disagree with your conclusions, @projekt. However, in Anna's situation, I would have asked for the owner or manager. Well, knowing me, I would have just gone and found them myself. Absent one, or if this idiot was the manager, I would have called or emailed HQ as soon as I had left the store. The jerk at the counter doesn't give a shit if you buy something or not. Frankly, a photograph of the offender sent to HQ or, as a last resort, posted on Social Media would be the ideal resolution, IMO.Today no one was trying to sell me anything, but I was trying to buy something. The guy behind the counter and a woman in front of it were having a lengthy social conversation. I waited five minutes and then decided to butt in, which I did politely by saying excuse me a couple of times. After the third time, the guy snapped at me to just wait patiently! Pretty pleased with my response here, because I'm not usually so quick off the mark. I said very loudly so the other staff at the back of the store could hear 'You know what? How about YOU wait patiently for me to bother trying to spend money here again??" and put my would -be purchase on the counter in front of him.... and left. I won't be going back there :)These stories rarely happen "just because" in the US, probably because of the inane customer service focus. But if it *does* happen, it's probably because the people behind the counter actually don't like you. They're racist, or they don't think you're cool enough to shop there, or whatever.
I've spoken to managers in the past. Couldn't be bothered this time, and I'm also fairly sure the owner was in the back. Small local hardware store. Convenient but not the cheapest, not the best stocked, and plenty of other places not that far away. No great loss to me.
Still frustrating to be treated so rudely.I respectfully and completely disagree with your conclusions, @projekt. However, in Anna's situation, I would have asked for the owner or manager. Well, knowing me, I would have just gone and found them myself. Absent one, or if this idiot was the manager, I would have called or emailed HQ as soon as I had left the store. The jerk at the counter doesn't give a shit if you buy something or not. Frankly, a photograph of the offender sent to HQ or, as a last resort, posted on Social Media would be the ideal resolution, IMO.Today no one was trying to sell me anything, but I was trying to buy something. The guy behind the counter and a woman in front of it were having a lengthy social conversation. I waited five minutes and then decided to butt in, which I did politely by saying excuse me a couple of times. After the third time, the guy snapped at me to just wait patiently! Pretty pleased with my response here, because I'm not usually so quick off the mark. I said very loudly so the other staff at the back of the store could hear 'You know what? How about YOU wait patiently for me to bother trying to spend money here again??" and put my would -be purchase on the counter in front of him.... and left. I won't be going back there :)These stories rarely happen "just because" in the US, probably because of the inane customer service focus. But if it *does* happen, it's probably because the people behind the counter actually don't like you. They're racist, or they don't think you're cool enough to shop there, or whatever.
I've spoken to managers in the past. Couldn't be bothered this time, and I'm also fairly sure the owner was in the back. Small local hardware store. Convenient but not the cheapest, not the best stocked, and plenty of other places not that far away. No great loss to me.
To be clear, my response was mostly triggered by projekt's off the wall (IMO) assumptions. I can fully appreciate the thrill of coming up with a solid comeback on the spot. Believe me, i grok how hard it is to do, especially when someone has royally pissed you off!Still frustrating to be treated so rudely.I respectfully and completely disagree with your conclusions, @projekt. However, in Anna's situation, I would have asked for the owner or manager. Well, knowing me, I would have just gone and found them myself. Absent one, or if this idiot was the manager, I would have called or emailed HQ as soon as I had left the store. The jerk at the counter doesn't give a shit if you buy something or not. Frankly, a photograph of the offender sent to HQ or, as a last resort, posted on Social Media would be the ideal resolution, IMO.Today no one was trying to sell me anything, but I was trying to buy something. The guy behind the counter and a woman in front of it were having a lengthy social conversation. I waited five minutes and then decided to butt in, which I did politely by saying excuse me a couple of times. After the third time, the guy snapped at me to just wait patiently! Pretty pleased with my response here, because I'm not usually so quick off the mark. I said very loudly so the other staff at the back of the store could hear 'You know what? How about YOU wait patiently for me to bother trying to spend money here again??" and put my would -be purchase on the counter in front of him.... and left. I won't be going back there :)These stories rarely happen "just because" in the US, probably because of the inane customer service focus. But if it *does* happen, it's probably because the people behind the counter actually don't like you. They're racist, or they don't think you're cool enough to shop there, or whatever.
I've spoken to managers in the past. Couldn't be bothered this time, and I'm also fairly sure the owner was in the back. Small local hardware store. Convenient but not the cheapest, not the best stocked, and plenty of other places not that far away. No great loss to me.
And yet wonderfully satisfying to feel I responded well!
Wow, that escalated. I was really saying I'm used to poor customer service outside of the US where often the staff seem to have "other priorities". In the US it usually seems that they have some sort of problem with me. To me that is. I can only speak of my own experience.To be clear, my response was mostly triggered by projekt's off the wall (IMO) assumptions. I can fully appreciate the thrill of coming up with a solid comeback on the spot. Believe me, i grok how hard it is to do, especially when someone has royally pissed you off!Still frustrating to be treated so rudely.I respectfully and completely disagree with your conclusions, @projekt. However, in Anna's situation, I would have asked for the owner or manager. Well, knowing me, I would have just gone and found them myself. Absent one, or if this idiot was the manager, I would have called or emailed HQ as soon as I had left the store. The jerk at the counter doesn't give a shit if you buy something or not. Frankly, a photograph of the offender sent to HQ or, as a last resort, posted on Social Media would be the ideal resolution, IMO.Today no one was trying to sell me anything, but I was trying to buy something. The guy behind the counter and a woman in front of it were having a lengthy social conversation. I waited five minutes and then decided to butt in, which I did politely by saying excuse me a couple of times. After the third time, the guy snapped at me to just wait patiently! Pretty pleased with my response here, because I'm not usually so quick off the mark. I said very loudly so the other staff at the back of the store could hear 'You know what? How about YOU wait patiently for me to bother trying to spend money here again??" and put my would -be purchase on the counter in front of him.... and left. I won't be going back there :)These stories rarely happen "just because" in the US, probably because of the inane customer service focus. But if it *does* happen, it's probably because the people behind the counter actually don't like you. They're racist, or they don't think you're cool enough to shop there, or whatever.
I've spoken to managers in the past. Couldn't be bothered this time, and I'm also fairly sure the owner was in the back. Small local hardware store. Convenient but not the cheapest, not the best stocked, and plenty of other places not that far away. No great loss to me.
And yet wonderfully satisfying to feel I responded well!
But if it *does* happen, it's probably because the people behind the counter actually don't like you. They're racist, or they don't think you're cool enough to shop there, or whatever.
I'm not going to quote ^that^ whole thing. I'm just going to share some personal experience. I worked at Nordstrom for a decade. We were 100% commission. It was incumbent on us to help everybody, while making each person feel like they were the center of the universe. (Never let'em see you juggle.) Early on in my sales career I'd had a couple of experiences where people who didn't seem to have much to spend actually did, so I never let looks deceive me. I used to train my staff that it was easy to stuff a credit card or wad of cash in a really inconspicuous place (shoe, sock, pocket, waistband, money belt, bra - seen 'em all) and to always assume that's what each person they encountered in our store had.
Most times when someone complained about poor treatment, they tended blame it on how they were dressed. News Flash: We don't GAF what you're wearing. If you fought traffic, got a parking space and found your way here, you must need something. More likely, the complainer was the person who felt less confident about their appearance or was somehow personally intimidated by the general environment. @project, your assumptions in the quote below were really triggering for me, hence my response. Why the fuck would you think a salesperson/clerk etc. wouldn't like you? They don't even know you!
However, you have since indicated that you're basing your response on the norms of another country, and mine was based on ten years of the Nordstrom environment, which had to be about the most extreme retail customer experience there was, at least in those days.
Projekt Pro Tip: If you're feeling like a fish out of water, pretend you have a thousand bucks in your pocket and full discretion as to whether or not you will choose to spend it. Look the salesperson straight in the eye. Say hello and smile. I suspect you will be amazed at the way their treatment of you improves. Great salespeople can smell confidence, no matter how you're dressed.But if it *does* happen, it's probably because the people behind the counter actually don't like you. They're racist, or they don't think you're cool enough to shop there, or whatever.I’m curious, if you worked that long at Nordstrom’s then presumably you had some combo of enjoying it and being good at it. What did you like about it? I always think of customer-facing jobs as being difficult, or at least having the potential to be so.
I'm not going to quote ^that^ whole thing. I'm just going to share some personal experience. I worked at Nordstrom for a decade. We were 100% commission. It was incumbent on us to help everybody, while making each person feel like they were the center of the universe. (Never let'em see you juggle.) Early on in my sales career I'd had a couple of experiences where people who didn't seem to have much to spend actually did, so I never let looks deceive me. I used to train my staff that it was easy to stuff a credit card or wad of cash in a really inconspicuous place (shoe, sock, pocket, waistband, money belt, bra - seen 'em all) and to always assume that's what each person they encountered in our store had.As a counter-point, I worked at Nordstrom for 2 years while i was in grad school, and I DEFINITELY had co-workers who treated people differently based on the way they were dressed/how they looked. It was by no means the majority of my coworkers, but it's unrealistic to say that just because someone if 100% commission based consumer facing they have become immune to bias and prejudice.
Most times when someone complained about poor treatment, they tended blame it on how they were dressed. News Flash: We don't GAF what you're wearing. If you fought traffic, got a parking space and found your way here, you must need something. More likely, the complainer was the person who felt less confident about their appearance or was somehow personally intimidated by the general environment. @project, your assumptions in the quote below were really triggering for me, hence my response. Why the fuck would you think a salesperson/clerk etc. wouldn't like you? They don't even know you!
However, you have since indicated that you're basing your response on the norms of another country, and mine was based on ten years of the Nordstrom environment, which had to be about the most extreme retail customer experience there was, at least in those days.
Projekt Pro Tip: If you're feeling like a fish out of water, pretend you have a thousand bucks in your pocket and full discretion as to whether or not you will choose to spend it. Look the salesperson straight in the eye. Say hello and smile. I suspect you will be amazed at the way their treatment of you improves. Great salespeople can smell confidence, no matter how you're dressed.But if it *does* happen, it's probably because the people behind the counter actually don't like you. They're racist, or they don't think you're cool enough to shop there, or whatever.
.I’m curious, if you worked that long at Nordstrom’s then presumably you had some combo of enjoying it and being good at it. What did you like about it? I always think of customer-facing jobs as being difficult, or at least having the potential to be so.
I'm going to cogitate on this and I'll post it in my journal. Part of the reason was their excellent profit sharing and 401k programs. I'm pretty sure when I left, I'd managed to amass about two year's salary. That was the nut that grew into my FIRE fund. I'll ping you when I've written it up. Definitely will be a couple of days..I’m curious, if you worked that long at Nordstrom’s then presumably you had some combo of enjoying it and being good at it. What did you like about it? I always think of customer-facing jobs as being difficult, or at least having the potential to be so.
It may depend on where you are in the US, and what kind of business it is. Mall shops, for example ... in the fine print there's a statement saying that minimum wage is guaranteed but the sales are commission based. ... In practice, most retail managers stand at the register and skim the cream during the high-traffic times of the day. ... If the employees don't like it-- tough luck! They cannot quit and pursue employment with a similar retailer (to take advantage of their experience) because as a condition of employment they signed a non-compete contract ... used to keep entry-level employees from quitting in response to abuse or low pay. Much of the time, although it's usually illegal, they are required to work off the clock or "bank" overtime hours (and yes, they are required to sign an agreement to do this as a condition of employment.
The end result of all the employee abuse is that there's no incentive to actually make sales. Sears, for example, was notorious for having staff that didn't care whether they sold product. Overall, the only people who benefit from chain stores tend to be the billionaires and hedge fund managers. If a business is good for the shareholding investors, it's generally because it's bad for the front-line workers, bad for the customers, and bad for pretty much everyone except the top echelon whose main purpose in life is to gut the company by selling off everything of value, create maximum inflation of the share price for at least a brief period of time, long enough for the insiders to benefit while staying at least nominally within the laws related to insider trading, and then dump the shell (and the employees and customers).
Ah.. that journal that I started, lost my place, and am still something like two years behind? :)I'm going to cogitate on this and I'll post it in my journal. Part of the reason was their excellent profit sharing and 401k programs. I'm pretty sure when I left, I'd managed to amass about two year's salary. That was the nut that grew into my FIRE fund. I'll ping you when I've written it up. Definitely will be a couple of days..I’m curious, if you worked that long at Nordstrom’s then presumably you had some combo of enjoying it and being good at it. What did you like about it? I always think of customer-facing jobs as being difficult, or at least having the potential to be so.
Hyundai dealership, on me turning down the extended/extra/expensive warranty program on the new car (which I had just purchased with cash): "Awwww, honey, I thought you were smarter than that."
I had two very unprofessional conversations when declining the insurance on a rental car. I was early 20's and I had a woman yelling at me (not screaming, but yelling) because I wouldn't buy the insurance. About 2 years ago I declined the gas tank option on the rental car. The counter guy started making fun of me because I declined everything and said, "I guess you don't like saving money." I replied, "I guess not."
I had a bank teller offer me a credit card when I was in my mid to late 20's. I declined. He replied with something like, "I guess you aren't very good at managing money."
I had someone at the bank throw the same line at me in a very similar situation. I replied, "I guess you aren't very good at cross-selling." The look on the guy's face was priceless!
Today no one was trying to sell me anything, but I was trying to buy something. The guy behind the counter and a woman in front of it were having a lengthy social conversation. I waited five minutes and then decided to butt in, which I did politely by saying excuse me a couple of times. After the third time, the guy snapped at me to just wait patiently! Pretty pleased with my response here, because I'm not usually so quick off the mark. I said very loudly so the other staff at the back of the store could hear 'You know what? How about YOU wait patiently for me to bother trying to spend money here again??" and put my would -be purchase on the counter in front of him.... and left. I won't be going back there :)These stories rarely happen "just because" in the US, probably because of the inane customer service focus. But if it *does* happen, it's probably because the people behind the counter actually don't like you. They're racist, or they don't think you're cool enough to shop there, or whatever.
Well, I'm not in the US. I've been in the US, and I wasn't that impressed with the general customer service...
Anyway, in this case, the counter guy was just more interested in chatting than serving customers. I didn't know them, I'm not from any ethnicity, and it was a hardware store that presumably has few limits on the coolness or otherwise of it's customers.
Friend just bought a car and relayed her story. She sat in a car and, being very short, found the seat uncomfortable. She couldn't safely reach the pedals and said that no, the car wouldn't work. Salesguy then said basically, "Shouldn't you check with your husband and let him decide? He's the one paying for the car." She was actually the one paying, and knew she didn't need her husband's approval, regardless of finances, to not buy a car that was uncomfortable and probably unsafe.I am (naively?) shocked that such misogyny still can be found out in the wild.
Last year, a salesman from ADT came to our door trying to sell us a home security system- multiple times actually- but the last time he came, he had a conversation with my husband who politely refused to buy anything and the guy ended the conversation with "Well it would be a shame if anything were to happen to your wife or your dogs without protection from us." I wish we could've recorded that. It disgusts me when scare tactics are used.
Last year, a salesman from ADT came to our door trying to sell us a home security system- multiple times actually- but the last time he came, he had a conversation with my husband who politely refused to buy anything and the guy ended the conversation with "Well it would be a shame if anything were to happen to your wife or your dogs without protection from us." I wish we could've recorded that. It disgusts me when scare tactics are used.
Who does he think he is: the Mob?
An appropriate response might have been: "It would be a shame if anyone from your company tried to harm my wife or my dogs as retaliation for not paying you for protection, the way you're suggesting, because my wife and dogs would send them home in a box."
I was at a volkswagon dealership, checking out the polo. I'm a average size adult and was with my 3 year old daughters. I was sitting in the back seat to see the size. As a full grown adult there was plenty of room. The salesman keeps telling me I'd need a bigger car because my kids would grow, my 3 year old kids who would take at least 12 more years to grow to adult size and would probably be the same size as me, therefore with more than enough room...
I was at a volkswagon dealership, checking out the polo. I'm a average size adult and was with my 3 year old daughters. I was sitting in the back seat to see the size. As a full grown adult there was plenty of room. The salesman keeps telling me I'd need a bigger car because my kids would grow, my 3 year old kids who would take at least 12 more years to grow to adult size and would probably be the same size as me, therefore with more than enough room...
There was a thread on here a year or so ago where a poster wanted advice on what car to purchase for their family of 3, which might one day grow to 4 (no pregnancy yet). The poster was really concerned about getting a car big enough for a teenager. IIRC the kid was 2 years old.
ADvice boiled down to: get the car that works for you now, then sell it in 6 or 8 or 10 years and get one that will work for your lives then. If it changes that much. Which it might now.
I never understood the big car for kids thing. Even with car seats they are still smaller than adults.
I never understood the big car for kids thing. Even with car seats they are still smaller than adults.I suspect it's for kids plus their gear. Strollers, pack'n plays, diaper bags and all the other paraphernalia are pretty bulky. Especially if you buy one of those ginormous strollers for multiple kids.
Last year, a salesman from ADT came to our door trying to sell us a home security system- multiple times actually- but the last time he came, he had a conversation with my husband who politely refused to buy anything and the guy ended the conversation with "Well it would be a shame if anything were to happen to your wife or your dogs without protection from us." I wish we could've recorded that. It disgusts me when scare tactics are used.
Who does he think he is: the Mob?
An appropriate response might have been: "It would be a shame if anyone from your company tried to harm my wife or my dogs as retaliation for not paying you for protection, the way you're suggesting, because my wife and dogs would send them home in a box."
I never understood the big car for kids thing. Even with car seats they are still smaller than adults.I suspect it's for kids plus their gear. Strollers, pack'n plays, diaper bags and all the other paraphernalia are pretty bulky. Especially if you buy one of those ginormous strollers for multiple kids.
I never understood the big car for kids thing. Even with car seats they are still smaller than adults.I suspect it's for kids plus their gear. Strollers, pack'n plays, diaper bags and all the other paraphernalia are pretty bulky. Especially if you buy one of those ginormous strollers for multiple kids.
I never understood the big car for kids thing. Even with car seats they are still smaller than adults.I suspect it's for kids plus their gear. Strollers, pack'n plays, diaper bags and all the other paraphernalia are pretty bulky. Especially if you buy one of those ginormous strollers for multiple kids.
As I said above, I've got a compact and we can take all that stuff with us, no problem. We even have one of those ginormous jogging strollers, and it folds up and fits in the trunk (boot). Before Covid we'd even take it camping and on car trips to the in-laws.
I think what's at play here is that marketing has convinced people they need all this extra space, but in reality its not needed, not efficient, and winds up being less useful overall. But every car ad shows how much easier parenting is with a full-sized SUV or Minivan, so it must be true! When my spouse was pregnant and we were at the dealership for an airbag recall servicing we even had a salesman tell us "no way you can get a modern carseat in the back - they're so big now with all the added safety the will never fit". Wrong! I'm 6'5" and I can still sit in the passenger seat just fine with my daughter in her carseat behind me. And FWIW we wound up with one of the larger, heavier car seats on the market (gift from the grandparents).
I never understood the big car for kids thing. Even with car seats they are still smaller than adults.I suspect it's for kids plus their gear. Strollers, pack'n plays, diaper bags and all the other paraphernalia are pretty bulky. Especially if you buy one of those ginormous strollers for multiple kids.
As I said above, I've got a compact and we can take all that stuff with us, no problem. We even have one of those ginormous jogging strollers, and it folds up and fits in the trunk (boot). Before Covid we'd even take it camping and on car trips to the in-laws.
I think what's at play here is that marketing has convinced people they need all this extra space, but in reality its not needed, not efficient, and winds up being less useful overall. But every car ad shows how much easier parenting is with a full-sized SUV or Minivan, so it must be true! When my spouse was pregnant and we were at the dealership for an airbag recall servicing we even had a salesman tell us "no way you can get a modern carseat in the back - they're so big now with all the added safety the will never fit". Wrong! I'm 6'5" and I can still sit in the passenger seat just fine with my daughter in her carseat behind me. And FWIW we wound up with one of the larger, heavier car seats on the market (gift from the grandparents).
I’m honestly curious about this - you can see my response below that I typed while you were posting yours. Is your daughter’s car seat forward facing or rear? I think forward facing takes up a LOT less space than rear facing. In our case our daughter has almost 2 more years of rear facing and my 6’1” husband cannot fit in front of her.
I never understood the big car for kids thing. Even with car seats they are still smaller than adults.I suspect it's for kids plus their gear. Strollers, pack'n plays, diaper bags and all the other paraphernalia are pretty bulky. Especially if you buy one of those ginormous strollers for multiple kids.
I think it depends on how big you are. My husband is a relatively tall man 6’1” but a very healthy athletic weight for that height (200lbs). We had a Prius and when our first daughter was born we realized we could not put her bucket seat behind his seat, because his knees would be smashed into the dash. He is blind and cannot drive so he is always on the passenger side and we put her seat behind mine. Now we are pregnant with #2 and we recently upgraded her to a convertible seat, but still rear facing. Our plan was to put her seat behind his, and leave the bucket behind mine. Unfortunately he still can’t sit in front of her seat. Even if he could stand being cramped with his knees on the dash, we were given a double stroller and figured out it will only fit in the car if the backseat is lying down, so we could take the babies somewhere, or the stroller, but not both.
We went looking for a reasonable used car last week and tried out many larger sedans and crossover SUVs and none of them had enough room front to back to fit her car seat behind his seat, without his knees touching the dash. We ended up getting a Mitsubishi Outlander, fully an SUV, because it was the only one we could fit in!
I really think all of you who say it’s easy to fit multiple car seats in a compact car must be no taller than 5’7”.
I think a small car is definitely doable-we've had our civic our daughter's whole life. But it's a two door, and I kind of wish we'd upgraded sooner to something with four doors. Climbing in and out of the back is not fun. So we're working on buying a Subaru impreza, with four doors! Also, the civic is just starting to get too old.Agreed. We went from a small 2-door to a small 4-door for this exact reason.
My husband is 6' tall. Our cars are a Civic and a matrix. We were able to have rear facing carseats behind his seat in both cars. It depends on a couple of things:I never understood the big car for kids thing. Even with car seats they are still smaller than adults.I suspect it's for kids plus their gear. Strollers, pack'n plays, diaper bags and all the other paraphernalia are pretty bulky. Especially if you buy one of those ginormous strollers for multiple kids.
I think it depends on how big you are. My husband is a relatively tall man 6’1” but a very healthy athletic weight for that height (200lbs). We had a Prius and when our first daughter was born we realized we could not put her bucket seat behind his seat, because his knees would be smashed into the dash. He is blind and cannot drive so he is always on the passenger side and we put her seat behind mine. Now we are pregnant with #2 and we recently upgraded her to a convertible seat, but still rear facing. Our plan was to put her seat behind his, and leave the bucket behind mine. Unfortunately he still can’t sit in front of her seat. Even if he could stand being cramped with his knees on the dash, we were given a double stroller and figured out it will only fit in the car if the backseat is lying down, so we could take the babies somewhere, or the stroller, but not both.
We went looking for a reasonable used car last week and tried out many larger sedans and crossover SUVs and none of them had enough room front to back to fit her car seat behind his seat, without his knees touching the dash. We ended up getting a Mitsubishi Outlander, fully an SUV, because it was the only one we could fit in!
I really think all of you who say it’s easy to fit multiple car seats in a compact car must be no taller than 5’7”.
I never understood the big car for kids thing. Even with car seats they are still smaller than adults.
Wow! That sounds scary. Glad no one was seriously hurt.I never understood the big car for kids thing. Even with car seats they are still smaller than adults.
If you have multiple kids who require car seats, you do have to make sure that all of the carseats can be properly attached in the backseat. In reality, this only becomes an issue once you hit three kids. Baby gear is another issue. Some of those "travel system" strollers are ginormous.
I had a two door Jeep when my kid was born, and we kept it until he was about 9 months old and I slipped and fell getting him out one day. Luckily, I landed on my back with him on top of me rather than the other way around. We went with the bigger version, but I'll probably go back to the two-door version next time.
Several years ago, DH and I were shopping for a diamond engagement ring. We went into one jewelry store, and I asked to try on a particular $10,000 ring. After I slipped it on, the salesperson said, “Wow...I didn’t think that would fit you. Your finger looked way too fat to fit the ring.”
The more senior salesperson beside him gave him a look that could kill.
Several years ago, DH and I were shopping for a diamond engagement ring. We went into one jewelry store, and I asked to try on a particular $10,000 ring. After I slipped it on, the salesperson said, “Wow...I didn’t think that would fit you. Your finger looked way too fat to fit the ring.”
The more senior salesperson beside him gave him a look that could kill.
Several years ago, DH and I were shopping for a diamond engagement ring. We went into one jewelry store, and I asked to try on a particular $10,000 ring. After I slipped it on, the salesperson said, “Wow...I didn’t think that would fit you. Your finger looked way too fat to fit the ring.”
The more senior salesperson beside him gave him a look that could kill.
And then you bought the $800 ring? Somewhere else, right?
Several years ago, DH and I were shopping for a diamond engagement ring. We went into one jewelry store, and I asked to try on a particular $10,000 ring. After I slipped it on, the salesperson said, “Wow...I didn’t think that would fit you. Your finger looked way too fat to fit the ring.”
The more senior salesperson beside him gave him a look that could kill.
And then you bought the $800 ring? Somewhere else, right?
Several years ago, DH and I were shopping for a diamond engagement ring. We went into one jewelry store, and I asked to try on a particular $10,000 ring. After I slipped it on, the salesperson said, “Wow...I didn’t think that would fit you. Your finger looked way too fat to fit the ring.”
The more senior salesperson beside him gave him a look that could kill.
And then you bought the $800 ring? Somewhere else, right?
The one we bought was $150, and we bought it at a jewelry wholesale market that sold individual gemstones and settings to jewelry makers.
I sit down in his chair, he starts fooling with my hair as we discuss what I want.... and he flat out REFUSES to give me a haircut. "Because your hair is in such poor condition, even if I give you a great cut it still won't look good. And that will reflect badly on me and my reputation when people ask you who does your hair."You just reminded me of a tattoo artist I saw once who refused to do the small, inconspicuous thing I wanted in white ink. Because the two things I wanted (I tend to just save up a couple/few tattoos and get them all done at once because it's such a chore, and I hate doing things). He said white ink looks like shit. I told him it's my tattoo, and the location was chosen because it wouldn't be that seen or noticeable. He said he didnt want to put his name on a white tattoo, and that i should just do it in black. I told him with all due respect, nobody would ask who did a tiny, nothing tattoo, and, honestly, I wouldn't remember his name (I don't go to random artists for larger or more visible pieces). He still refused, and because i'm an idiot, I asked what the lightest color was that he felt comfortable doing it in, and he said a light gray wash, but I should do it in black. I said fine, do the gray wash. During the first tattoo he kept asking if he could just do the second one in black. I kept saying no. He spent the entire appointment criticizing other tattoo artists in general, hyping up how great he was, did my 2nd tattoo in black anyway(!), and I'm really unimpressed with the wonky first one. But whatever, because I literally don't remember the kid's name.
2. I work in a office building with a no soliciting sign on the front door and on the door to our suite. Years ago, this guy came in and wanted to talk to me about how he could save our company money. I said, "You don't have an appointment and we have two no soliciting signs that you ignored." He replied with, "I'm not soliciting, I'm trying to help you save money!" I told him we weren't interested and that he needed to leave the premises. He condescendingly said, "You don't want to save your company money?!" I said, "Nope, I don't. Please leave." LOL!I LOATHE solicitors. I don't care what they're selling. I do not want to be disturbed when i'm at home, period. I have a sign on my door that says all deliveries are to be left at the door, and not to knock or ring the bell, as my dog will bark. People ignore the sign, and it freaks both me and my dog out, she goes nuts, i'm angry..it's a mess every single time. I now have THREE freaking signs at my front door. One you can see as you walk up the walkway, the polite one on my door, and a blatant DO NOT KNOCK next to the polite one, since I've caught on camera multiple people who think my covering my doorbell means they should knock instead, despite all the signs. <_< My neighbor thinks i'm insane, but it's like what else can I do??? Especially now that i'm working at home it is imperative that I am not disturbed and that my dog does not bark. Adam Carolla once said "I didn't start out being an asshole, you made me an asshole." and I think about that a lot.
The crown was, drum roll, yellow. What the heck, was this woman blind? This was going in my mouth and didn't match my teeth! Her answer was that my teeth would eventually match that color since I was refusing to whiten themI just laughed SO loudly. WOW.
You cut your own hair to spite your boyfriend?I was wondering this with every post where someone did something spiteful towards a partner, and remained in the relationship. I don't get it. I mean, i don't get how it's offensive for someone to have a thing they like and mention it or compliment it, but I really don't get that someone would remain in the relationship with the person they find chronically maliciously offensive. It seems the last thing my partner should be is malicious to me, and the least healthy response is for me to do something to spite them because something they did bothered me...?
I don’t get it.
To actually neg someone effectively requires a lot of skill at reading people. I actually tried it on some super-hot guys that I thought were out of my league, and it did actually work. They were usually a little vain about something, so it was all about finding something to say that wasn't mean, that was true, and saying it the right way.Negging is not remotely close to needing to be true or not mean. What you did sounds more like just being complimentary, which is a far cry from the garbage that is negging.
These stories rarely happen "just because" in the US, probably because of the inane customer service focus. But if it *does* happen, it's probably because the people behind the counter actually don't like you. They're racist, or they don't think you're cool enough to shop there, or whatever.Nah. Most front line retail people just don't give a shit about their jobs or the companies for which they work. And a lot of minimum wage workers feel they deserve better, and it comes out in the service.
To be clear, my response was mostly triggered by projekt's off the wall (IMO) assumptions. I can fully appreciate the thrill of coming up with a solid comeback on the spot. Believe me, i grok how hard it is to do, especially when someone has royally pissed you off!Are you an MDA fan? X-D
Most times when someone complained about poor treatment, they tended blame it on how they were dressed. News Flash: We don't GAF what you're wearing. If you fought traffic, got a parking space and found your way here, you must need something. More likely, the complainer was the person who felt less confident about their appearance or was somehow personally intimidated by the general environment. @project, your assumptions in the quote below were really triggering for me, hence my response. Why the fuck would you think a salesperson/clerk etc. wouldn't like you? They don't even know you!I really appreciate this. I hear a lot of people (in general, not in this thread) complain about an interaction they had with someone, and include a whole lot of assumptions that one would not come to if they weren't feeling some kind of way about those projected things. Being an outsider hearing the description of events it's a lot easier to be less biased, and judge based on what actually happened and not how it FELT when it happened, and I wish it were easier to get people to be more truthful/honest about these encounters. I get that the person absolutely might've been a jerk, but it's really unfair to accuse the person of racism (or sexism or whatever else), when their actions and words didn't support that in any way.
I sit down in his chair, he starts fooling with my hair as we discuss what I want.... and he flat out REFUSES to give me a haircut. "Because your hair is in such poor condition, even if I give you a great cut it still won't look good. And that will reflect badly on me and my reputation when people ask you who does your hair."
I sit down in his chair, he starts fooling with my hair as we discuss what I want.... and he flat out REFUSES to give me a haircut. "Because your hair is in such poor condition, even if I give you a great cut it still won't look good. And that will reflect badly on me and my reputation when people ask you who does your hair."
Something about this refusal to perform requested work reminded me of an experience my wife had with a plumber.
We are renovating a turn-of-the-19th-century home that has a lot of deferred maintenance and questionable previous renovations. When a plumber (in his late 60s I imagine) came over to replace a manifold, my wife tried to talk to him about doing some extensive work on an upstairs bathroom for which we were prepared to pay lots of money to get done. We had agreed on what we wanted done and were asking for a quote.
While explaining to the plumber what we wanted done (basically a tear-out and moving a drain line) he looked at her and just shook his head and said "oh honey that's going to be expensive, and it's going to get your home all dusty and then you'll spend hours vacuuming. Maybe you should talk to your husband." She told him we had talked and agreed on what we wanted done, but he persisted. "oh honey, I'm so sorry to tell you that this would be a big job, and it would be messy." Ultiamtely he never even suggested what it might cost or how long it would take.
The kicker is that we got two other quotes, and they were both less than what we thought we might have to pay. One guy told us "well yeah, I got to cut a hole in the floor, but you already knew that, and I can get all the roughed in stuff in 3-4 days". We were expecting 2-3 weeks.
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Several years ago, DH and I were shopping for a diamond engagement ring. We went into one jewelry store, and I asked to try on a particular $10,000 ring. After I slipped it on, the salesperson said, “Wow...I didn’t think that would fit you. Your finger looked way too fat to fit the ring.”
The more senior salesperson beside him gave him a look that could kill.