I’m no good at Sales.
I proved this as both a Tupperware agent and Party Plan jewellery rep, though my hostesses liked to have me in their homes as I always helped with the washing up.
I would hate to work in a clothes shop, many because I would have to deal with people like me.
I like to browse. Alone.
I like to select a garment and then carry it around for accessories or another garment or two to go with it. Without being shadowed.
I like to be able to take a selection of clothes into the changing room, and don’t mind having a neat little plastic disc telling everyone how many items I’m taking in.
In short, if I need assistance, I’ll ask for it. I prefer to ask for it.
Quite a few years ago (at least 12 because apart from buying 2 pairs of jeans last year I cannot remember the last time I went clothes shopping and I think I bought a new dress for the 2000 Christmas Party), shop assistants would come out from nowhere and challenge you to buy something under the guise of being helpful. It was extremely rare for me to find that lovely lady who would leave me to it, but be discreetly at hand should I have difficulty in finding something or wish to try things on in a curtained cubicle or proper fitting room.
I hate clothes shopping, almost as much as I hate shopping for shoes. No, I’m not femininely challenged, I just never had any craving for a large wardrobe.
My hatred (and embarrassment) was enhanced when a major store chain (which has since folded) introduced communal changing rooms. Being a bit (OK a lot) on the chubby side for most of my 20s, I didn’t exactly relish flashing my wobbling flabby bits in mirrors for all to see, though at least I wasn’t trying to get myself into anything that was at least two sizes too small, neither did I split a zip or seam in the process of trying anything on.
Then there was the issue of cameras. Yes, CCTV with their little red eyes placed strategically in the corners. That was the last time I tried anything on in a shop for over twenty years. Instead, I ran a Mail Order catalogue, and would send off for a variety of stuff in a variety of sizes, try them all on in the comfort of my own bedroom (and mirror) , and kept anything that fitted.
Today, I was escorted back to those times of the eager sales staff, and all I did was walk past a window to look at a VAN!
For some time now, Hubby and I have been considering getting a transit type van to replace his car.
The cost of a new one is beyond us, but today we decided to invest a little time in looking around to see what was available within our budget. Basically it would appear a dinky toy.
We are not unrealistic, and from surfing the internet we got a good idea of what we could expect to pay for a vehicle that was 4 or 5 years old.
You tend to get a little twitchy when you see exactly what you’re looking for at a sensible price, then discover the good side is facing the road to attract you in, and the rest of it has been rearranged to resemble a concertina.
It’s a good thing to be able to see something in the workshop too, but when asked about service history and they say they don’t have it (on a 5 year old vehicle) , then it’s another reason to say ta-ta.
We like our cars by the way. There’s nothing wrong with either, but we are thinking of the future and exploring possibilities. Both were purchased new 8 and 9 years ago, and we have had excellent service from the garage since we’ve been here. So, I was quite pleased to see a selection of vans on their forecourt, and as they are in shared premises with another dealer and a third is adjacent, we thought we were in with a chance of seeing something suitable.
The van we were interested in was just under a year old, so too much money and as it turned out not really big enough for what we have in mind, but before I’d even come out from behind it, the salesman was there full of smiles and advice, and the offer of getting the keys and going for a test drive.
By the time he got back, Hubby had joined me. The other two outlets had been most unhelpful, one even saying he would have to go to their van showroom some 60 miles away, so had lost our potential business. This guy however had enough enthusiasm for all of them, though I noticed a slight change in attitude when he realised he would be dealing with a couple, and not a woman on her own (that makes me sssoooo mad!) .
I realise that sales staff work on commission and he was only doing his job. We are also aware that vehicle sales figures are lower than anticipated for the year, having spoken to a lady in the car showrooms a little over six weeks ago. In a way it was a shame we couldn’t afford what he had to offer in the next size up, which was triple our budget, but somehow I don’t think I would have got as good a deal as when I purchased my 206.