posted on May 21, 2001 07:14:51 PM new
I have been a customer at a wholesalehouse we go to for the last 9 years.However I find they get on my nerves so bad everytime I go I have decided to quit trading with them.The owner insist on walking behind you the whole time your shopping poping bubble wrap constantly.When I told the other employees this really gets on me and my husbands nerves,they informed us he has to do this to relieve stress.When my husband told them he was causing stress for his customers,they informed us the customers get on their nerves too but they don't gripe about it.Then my husband informed them since we were the ones paying and not them paying us,we would never be back again.This place ain't big enough to cuss a cat so you always have people standing where you can't get to anything while their kids are busy tearing the place apart.I'll drive 100 miles extra.
posted on May 21, 2001 07:20:57 PM new
I have to admit I laughed at the mental image of being followed by the owner as he popped bubble wrap. It would have made a great routine for a Peter Seller's movie. Yes that would get on my nerves also.
posted on May 21, 2001 07:44:13 PM new
Hire someone in camo and a bush hat to go in and at the first pop drop to their knees and come up with a huge ugly pistol in both hands and a freak out face whipping back and forth. Explain they are still working out the PTS.
Nine years before you cracked???
[ edited by gravid on May 22, 2001 04:36 AM ]
posted on May 22, 2001 08:22:13 AM new
I'm not sure I would have lasted 9 MINUTES at which point I, most assuredly, would have turned around and asked him if he could PLEASE stop doing that!
posted on May 22, 2001 08:34:38 AM new
Perhaps if you brought a cap pistol with you and kept shooting it off every time you checked a price or put an item in your basket he would get the hint.
For some reason this situation reminded me of the following joke. I am not quite sure why but it did. Perhaps because both situations seem so ludicrous.
A man approaches a stop sign, slows down and proceeds through the intersection.
A cop immediately pulls him over and says, "You didn't stop at that stop sign."
To which the man replies, "But, Officer I did slow down."
The cop says, "That is a STOP sign....you didn't stop, I am giving you a ticket."
"But, Officer, I did slow down, I don't think I deserve a ticket."
The cop is really steamed at this point, taking out his night stick he begins beating on the man on the head. While the man is screaming in pain the cop asks, "Now, do you want me to STOP or just SLOW DOWN?"
Aggravating isn't it????
posted on May 22, 2001 08:38:46 AM new
I think if I was bothered by something to the point of taking my business elsewhere, I would first look the person in the eye, and TELL him DIRECTLY in a nice way that the sounds really bother you. He probably doesn't realize it because the sounds obviously don't bother him. Complaining to the employees, in hopes that they will complain to the boss for you, is not a effective means of communcation.
posted on May 22, 2001 01:38:34 PM new
Carry a laptop with you, bring up the bubblewrap site someone gave a link to a few months ago, and pop 'em back. A bit more clever than carrying your own bubblewrap!
posted on May 26, 2001 08:19:11 PM new
I had an unnerving situation last year. We're a small town where all the shop owners know the customers and vice versa. I went into one of the shops last winter (we're mostly a summer tourist town) and said hello to the woman at the counter. She beckoned to this swarthy looking man to follow me! This was a large mall type consignment shop and I made sure I stopped at every booth, every table and looked at every little thing. He was like a secret agent spy, hiding behind mirrors, displays, chairs, peeking out from behind them at me. I kept my hands in my pockets the whole time and it took me about 45 minutes to get through the store. I went up front to the lady at the counter and asked her if she didn't know me. She said of course, you and your daughter come in here all the time and you live in (our town). I then asked her why she had me followed by that person and she laughed and said he was her boyfriend. She never did answer my question, but the next time I went into that store, I told the owner about her and her spy. I also spread the word down one side of the street and up the other to all the shops.
He doesn't work at that mall anymore.
I guess if someone walked behind me popping bubble wrap I'd mention how darned expensive it was. I think the fact that he'd follow customers is more of an annoyance to me.
I have deleted your last post and suspended your posting privileges for the rude post which falls greatly outside the bounds of our CG's.
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