To buy a Polk Center channel speaker, two bookshelf speakers, and wires, etc. to finish off a HTS that a freind is putting together. It is sunday, I have not shaved, and my hair is a mess. Naturally, nobody wants to wait on me because this is Boca Raton, where you ain't s$$%t if you are not wearing the latest fashion.
I go over and grab some speaker wire and some bannana plugs, and am keeping one eye on the salespersons who are standing off to the side having some intense conversation about the football game on tv. Nobody wanders over to ask me if I need help. A man and a woman come over, dressed up in DKNY clothing (SOOOO Last year but hey what do they know) but typical Boca chic--she is ash blonde, he is toned and buff, and they are dripping in jewelry. TWO salesmen come over to them, then do a sort of mental coin flip to see who gets the couple. The other guy doesn't even look at me...just wanders back to look at the tv.
After about 15 minutes of this (listening to the completely stupid questions the guy is asking the salesperson), I finally try to get some attention. So I stuff the bannana plugs down my shorts, followed by the speaker wire. I am wearing drawstring shorts, mind you, and the stuff is bulging out like i have crammed a trash bag full of newspapers in my crotch.
NOW I am getting attention. One of the salesmen comes over right away and says "can I help you?" In that tone of voice you know means that HELP is the last thing he wants to provide. I look at him and go "are you in loss prevention? I mean, I just stuffed these things down my pants and you challenged me. I thought the store would let the lp guys take care of a situation like this." He stammered and tried to say something, but I stopped him and said: "Listen. I want to buy these speakers, but none of you guys want to help me. How else am I going to get some service around here?" I shook my legs and opened my shorts, and the stuff fell on the floor. I looked the guy square in the eye...
"Do you have these speakers in stock? Here is my money, can you go check on them for me?"
Suddenly the guy knows I am for real, and the sale goes as normal after that. He was four shades of purple all the way thru it though, and I laughed my ass off after they loaded the speakers in my car.
Stupid salesmen.
I go over and grab some speaker wire and some bannana plugs, and am keeping one eye on the salespersons who are standing off to the side having some intense conversation about the football game on tv. Nobody wanders over to ask me if I need help. A man and a woman come over, dressed up in DKNY clothing (SOOOO Last year but hey what do they know) but typical Boca chic--she is ash blonde, he is toned and buff, and they are dripping in jewelry. TWO salesmen come over to them, then do a sort of mental coin flip to see who gets the couple. The other guy doesn't even look at me...just wanders back to look at the tv.
After about 15 minutes of this (listening to the completely stupid questions the guy is asking the salesperson), I finally try to get some attention. So I stuff the bannana plugs down my shorts, followed by the speaker wire. I am wearing drawstring shorts, mind you, and the stuff is bulging out like i have crammed a trash bag full of newspapers in my crotch.
NOW I am getting attention. One of the salesmen comes over right away and says "can I help you?" In that tone of voice you know means that HELP is the last thing he wants to provide. I look at him and go "are you in loss prevention? I mean, I just stuffed these things down my pants and you challenged me. I thought the store would let the lp guys take care of a situation like this." He stammered and tried to say something, but I stopped him and said: "Listen. I want to buy these speakers, but none of you guys want to help me. How else am I going to get some service around here?" I shook my legs and opened my shorts, and the stuff fell on the floor. I looked the guy square in the eye...
"Do you have these speakers in stock? Here is my money, can you go check on them for me?"
Suddenly the guy knows I am for real, and the sale goes as normal after that. He was four shades of purple all the way thru it though, and I laughed my ass off after they loaded the speakers in my car.
Stupid salesmen.
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