The stupidest fucking sales associate ever
After visiting D at work, I walk towards the subway and take the underground walkway. It's under construction and shops are being renovated. There's one I don't recognize; an accessory store. It's not a mass market chain. Peaking my interest, I take a chance and go inside.
There are things in silver that sparkle under the HD spotlights; a lot of jewellery as well as a trove of Pandora charms. I'm not a fan of the brand, but I know a few people who are. I walk towards the back of the store where there's a counter. There's a tall girl standing behind it; young, dark hair pulled in a ponytail, wearing all black.
"Hi. Do you have a card with your contact info on it?"
She looks at me and takes a second to reply. "No."
"Ok, do you have a website or Facebook page or something...?"
Another pause. "No, we don't have any of those."
"Um, ok. Can you write down your number down, please?"
"Just on on a post-it, or piece of paper?" I mime writing something on the palm of my hand with my fingers acting as if they're holding a pen.
"Why do you want that?"
"So I can give it to a friend who should visit the store."
"Are you going to buy something?"
"Why would I want to buy something?" Was I not clear? Am I speaking gibberish?
"Why are you asking for our info?"
"So I can give it to my friend."
"Is your friend buying something?" Is this bitch for real?
"My friend hasn't been in the store. That's why I need the store info, like the address and phone number." Pause. "So, she can come to the store." I say the second part slower.
"Oh," she looks down at the keyboard. "We have this," she shows me a laminated piece of paper with the store's name, address and phone number.
"Yes, yes!" I'm elated. She's finally understanding. "That's all I need."
"Do I do a 400?" she asks the associate who's standing behind the other counter.
"Yeah, a 400," the other girl says.
She begins to click away at the keyboard.
"Can I have your name?"
"For the hold." Her voice is flat.
"I'm not buying anything."
With her mouth slightly agape, she asks again. "Ummm, can I have your name?" Same monotone voice.
I'm a little flabbergasted by this point. "Why do you need my name to give me your store's phone number? I'm not giving you my name."
She looks at me as if she was trying to inhale every ounce of intelligence out of the room (and patience out of me). She succeeded.
"You know what?" I wave my right hand in the air while my voice raises an octave, "forget it."
I turn around on my heel, storm out of the store. "Merry Christmas and have a nice day." I raise my right arm and wave my hand in the air in a goodbye motion.
She was probably the stupidest fucking sales associate I've ever dealt with.