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Gonna keep this short... a Guidette jersey shore reject lady (orange, wrinkled skin, fly shades, painted on eyebrows, collagen lips, SHORT shorts) came in.
She was looking for a softball bat for her son. She told me it needs to be an ASA "Metal bat" so I hooked her up with a 13 dollar Easton Hammer, thinking it was a simple bat. She keeps talking over me telling me she needs a "37 inch bat" even though softball bats are a max of 34". She keeps accusing me of "tellin her she's wrong"
Now, her son comes in as soon as she drops 13.90 cash for the bat. He's telling me it's all wrong and I'm somehow blamed for picking out the wrong bat for him by his guidette mom. He picks out a bat that's already on clearance from 260 to 229. The whole time she's asking me if she can get a better price, talking over me, not letting me think, agitating me, poking the bear over and over. She told me to "call daddy for a better price".
Now, we do haggle from time to time... or, well, price adjust if we feel it's fair. I was obviously agitated by her repeatedly startling me and agitating me that I started to lose my grip and dissociate, biting the inside of my cheek to stay grounded to the moment. I called dad to see if I could match prices and she just kept saying "WHAT YOU STANDING LIKE THAT FOR? THATS BODY LANGUAGE! YOURE ANGRY! WHY YOU ANGRY! WHY YOU SO ANGRY" which just makes it worse for me once you piss the tiger off.
Then she started demanding I call other franchises to get her the price of Worth bats, I told her we probably had a few used ones in the back rack... before I could offer to investigate she started barking on "WHATS THIS PROBABLY STUFF? PROBABLY? WHAT ABOUT YOUR OTHER STORES! YOU CALL THEM."
Her sons were actually terribly embarrassed. They were happy I matched the price and quiet, very nice, apologized for their mother but I'm still shaking and angry. I just hate being condescended to, and when I'm put in a deer-in-headlights situation I flip the shit out. It's not the right way to react, but damn. DAMN.
She was looking for a softball bat for her son. She told me it needs to be an ASA "Metal bat" so I hooked her up with a 13 dollar Easton Hammer, thinking it was a simple bat. She keeps talking over me telling me she needs a "37 inch bat" even though softball bats are a max of 34". She keeps accusing me of "tellin her she's wrong"
Now, her son comes in as soon as she drops 13.90 cash for the bat. He's telling me it's all wrong and I'm somehow blamed for picking out the wrong bat for him by his guidette mom. He picks out a bat that's already on clearance from 260 to 229. The whole time she's asking me if she can get a better price, talking over me, not letting me think, agitating me, poking the bear over and over. She told me to "call daddy for a better price".
Now, we do haggle from time to time... or, well, price adjust if we feel it's fair. I was obviously agitated by her repeatedly startling me and agitating me that I started to lose my grip and dissociate, biting the inside of my cheek to stay grounded to the moment. I called dad to see if I could match prices and she just kept saying "WHAT YOU STANDING LIKE THAT FOR? THATS BODY LANGUAGE! YOURE ANGRY! WHY YOU ANGRY! WHY YOU SO ANGRY" which just makes it worse for me once you piss the tiger off.
Then she started demanding I call other franchises to get her the price of Worth bats, I told her we probably had a few used ones in the back rack... before I could offer to investigate she started barking on "WHATS THIS PROBABLY STUFF? PROBABLY? WHAT ABOUT YOUR OTHER STORES! YOU CALL THEM."
Her sons were actually terribly embarrassed. They were happy I matched the price and quiet, very nice, apologized for their mother but I'm still shaking and angry. I just hate being condescended to, and when I'm put in a deer-in-headlights situation I flip the shit out. It's not the right way to react, but damn. DAMN.
Or to WallyWallyWallyWallyWallyWally WORLD >_>
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