The Shoe Store Menace
I hate buying shoes. I like having new shoes, I just hate buying them. I hate the stores, I hate the styles, I hate the hassle, and I really, really hate the clerks.
So I go into Payless today at lunch. I don't NEED new shoes yet, but it's just a matter of time. So I was in the mood, what with having gotten a pedicure last nite and feeling all happy and pink-toe-nail silly, and I thought it a good time to try for some new footwear.
So I go into Payless... a store I've always been thankfully ignored in previously... and there's this looks-like-all-of-17 sales clerk there who BOUNCES up and asks me what shoe size I'm looking for, she wants to show me where they are.
Excuse me. You have big fucking numbers with the shoe sizes hanging from the shelves. I'm not illiterate, you bouncy little retail git.
No, I wasn't THAT blunt. I just said "Thanks, but I think I can find it." To which she informed me "OK, well, I'll let you have a LITTLE time to look around, and then I'll come and tell you about our promotion!!!" Yes, you could hear the fucking exclamation points. grrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrr
I AM FIFTY FUCKING YEARS OLD. I've been buying my own shoes for over THIRTY YEARS. I'm an ACCOUNTANT. I do NOT need some rah-rah CHEERLEADER RETAIL SALES LOSER GIT to explain the oh-so-difficult concept of "Buy one pair, get the 2nd pair of equal or lesser value at half off".
I got so pissed off I just walked out. No new shoes today. Besides, if I refused to listen to her perky, bouncy little explanation, she might could have hurt me with a Brannock Device.
I am seriously considering seeing if there is a website for a corporate office for Payless Shoes and having a bit of a chat with their Customer Service folks.
Yes, I am mean.