The hard sell
I met my girlfriend ‘D’ at the mall tonight after work for dinner and a movie. After we ate we walked down to get a cookie from the San Francisco Cookie Company. On the way to gooey chocolate chip cookies we got side tracked by shoes. And then ‘D’ got side tracked by a beautiful euro-trash guy. ‘D’, bless her heart, is in her 40’s and single, so when a young good looking guy approached her with his sales pitch she stood and listened.

He worked at one of those kiosks in the middle of the mall called Natural Beauty. This one sold a super-duper magic manicure set for natural nails that cost about $40 bucks. This company really knew what they were doing, they hired a fast-talking young good-looking man with an accent to approach women walking by in the mall and do a demonstration on their nails while attempting to sell the customer. It was a great sales tactic. For what woman wouldn’t want a nice young good looking man holding their hand, looking them in the eye, and telling them how great this product would make them look. I knew what he was up to the moment he approached us, but ‘D’, she got sucked right into his sales pitch.

She stood listening while euro-trash guy held her hand and tried to sell her.

“I’m going to go look at these shoes, I’ll be right back.” I said not willing to watch this euro-trash idiot try to sell her something she did not need. I walked away to look at some cool Dr. Martin’s in the store across from the kiosk.

Euro-trash guy was still hard selling and holding ‘D’s hand when I came back. I would have just told him “No thanks, I’m not interested” myself, but she was too polite.

“I would, but I just can’t afford it tonight.” She softly said to euro-trash guy.

But euro-trash guy wasn’t deterred by her polite refusal for financial reasons.

“How much could you afford to pay tonight?” He tried to bargain with her.

“You could write a check.” He continued trying to close the deal.

“No, I’m sorry I can’t afford it, but I’ll come back another time.” She said gently pulling her hand out of euro-trash guy’s hand.

“He was cute!” She said as we walked towards the cookie store.

“Yeah he was cute.” I said. He’s a fucking con artist peddling a ridiculous product no one needs! I thought to myself.

“If I had the money I would have bought that stuff.” She explained.

It was true; she would have bought that crap. That’s just the way she was she couldn’t resist impulse purchases. I thought smiling.

“You’re too kind hearted for your own good.” I told her.  posted by Matildakay at 10:31 PM