Saturday I hung out with my BFF Chris and two of her friends at happy hour. This looks like it has the potential to become a regular monthly routine.
I'm sure the good folks over at Kona Grill in The Domain don't mind as long as we're throwing back margaritas, wine, and every appetizer on the reduced price happy hour menu.
When it was time to go, Chris announced she had to head over to the Apple store. Perfect. We could walk together since I had to stop in Victoria's Secret which is before you get to Apple. As we were walking, I told her I was redeeming my free panties coupon. Chris being the saver she is wanted to know how I got it.
They mailed it to me. Somehow I'm on their list. Baffles me since I never shop there. Other than using my annual free panty coupon. I did buy a bra in Vegas, so maybe I gave them my mailing address at that time. No, that can't be the case because before I even went to Vegas I was receiving their catalogs in the mail. The ones with real clothes that you wear on top of their thongs, bras, and panties.
That reminds me. I haven't received one in ages. Not that I bought anything anyway, but I really liked looking at the pictures. Not of the women in thongs, bras, and panties. But of the clothes they wore over them.
We walked in on the Pink side of the store. Two employees were standing in the doorway leading to the un-Pink side. They didn't miss a beat with their conversation which had to have been personal because when I said excuse me so we could pass through, they looked up and said, "that's ok...", and kept talking.
Maybe there's a rule that employees working on the Pink side can't greet folks who are going to the un-Pink side.
I found a young lady and told her I was looking for hipsters. She led me back to the Pink side, rattled off something about the sizes on top and others in the drawers and then she left. Chris commented that she'd spoken so fast she didn't understand a word she said. Obviously, I didn't either because I started looking around for someone else to help me.
This time I tell the employee - a different one from "Speed Talker" - that I had a coupon for free panties. She asked to see it and took me back to the un-Pink side. Turns out my coupon wasn't for hipsters. It was for hiphuggers. My bad.
She pointed to at least three different tables and pretty much said, "help yourself", and proceeded to walk off.
Not so fast Missy...I have a question. I didn't say that, but I was thinking it. As she tried to scurry past me, I asked another question. She answered and started to walk away again.
Ok...was Hurricane Irene scheduled to make landfall in the bustier section and she was in charge of evacuations?
Oh - I forgot this part. In between answering on the run, she did manage to ask if I also had the other coupon to get $10 off. Turns out, she's a master at the upsell but lacks basic customer service skills.
Do you honestly think I want to give you my money when you can't even give me your time?!
Me: Um...do you have better things to do other than help me?!Her: Oh...no, I didn't know you had more questions.Me: You can't know if you walk away before I can even ask!Her: Oh..I'm sorry. It's just that I have to get back to the register.
Please enter into evidence Exhibit A. Exhibit A is the register. There are already three people behind the counter and NO ONE IN LINE!!
At some point during this fiasco, Chris leaves. When I get to my computer, I have a Facebook post on my wall telling me to look at her status update.
Please enter into evidence Exhibit B. Exhibit B is an example of the kind of word-of-mouth you don't want for your company:
Please. Treat me like I matter even if I'm only coming in to buy free panties.
photo: Steve Rhodes