This is a story from way back when I was a young and naive sales person. I was an assistant manager at a tiny jewelry kiosk, the sort that sells gold chain by the inch, and it was a typically slow day at the mall.
A customer finally walked up to the counter and after a smiled greeting, she smiled in return and thrust her hand out at me. "Tell me, do you know what this is?"
On her finger was a polished stone, set in a gold band.
Now, being the naive thing I was, I didn't realize what she was trying to do but the sight of it made me light up with a smile, rather excited actually.
"Oh yes, that's a Petoskey stone from Fire Lake in Michigan!" I probably would have babbled on but the lady gave me a stunned look that turned sour, muttering "Well then, yes. Hmph." before she stalked away.
My boss mentioned later that I'd stolen her thunder, her gloating power in having a fairly rare stone that I really shouldn't have been able to name. How ironic was it that she picked the one sales person likely in a few hundred miles, not to mention in a completely different state from the rock's origin, that knew that?
I'd grown up near there and my family went to the lake for vacations. I still have one of the Petoskey stones I found and polished as a child, and use it as a paperweight. Silly woman. Not uber sucky but certainly snarky.
Here's a picture link from Wikipedia: Petoskey
Anyone else ever have a SC bent on one upping them?
A customer finally walked up to the counter and after a smiled greeting, she smiled in return and thrust her hand out at me. "Tell me, do you know what this is?"
On her finger was a polished stone, set in a gold band.
Now, being the naive thing I was, I didn't realize what she was trying to do but the sight of it made me light up with a smile, rather excited actually.
"Oh yes, that's a Petoskey stone from Fire Lake in Michigan!" I probably would have babbled on but the lady gave me a stunned look that turned sour, muttering "Well then, yes. Hmph." before she stalked away.
My boss mentioned later that I'd stolen her thunder, her gloating power in having a fairly rare stone that I really shouldn't have been able to name. How ironic was it that she picked the one sales person likely in a few hundred miles, not to mention in a completely different state from the rock's origin, that knew that?
I'd grown up near there and my family went to the lake for vacations. I still have one of the Petoskey stones I found and polished as a child, and use it as a paperweight. Silly woman. Not uber sucky but certainly snarky.
Here's a picture link from Wikipedia: Petoskey
Anyone else ever have a SC bent on one upping them?
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