Tuesday, September 29, 2015
Big Brother is here, and his name is Payless
I was out running errands the other day and decided to pop in to Payless.
"Good morning!", said the sales clerk. "We're having 30% off everything today! And lots of items are on sale!" and blahblahblah as she went on to enumerate all the great! specials! they were having that day.
I did find a pair of cute summer shoes for seven bucks, and poked around a little longer, and then went to check out.
"Your phone number?" asked the clerk, as she rang up my shoes.
"No, thanks," I said.
yeah yeah yeah, I understand why they ask for the phone number (because corporate says), but I also don't always feel like giving it out. I'M NOT A SHEEPLE, DAMMIT! Ha.
"Oh!" the clerk said. "Well, if you don't give me your phone number, I don't get credit for the sale, and corporate needs to know that every single person who comes in makes a purchase, and even if it's a family of eight, if they only buy one pair of shoes then I get seven "no sales", and ...
blah blah blah she went On and ON and ONNNNNNNNN. I didn't give her my phone number, out of flipping SPITE at that point if I may be honest, and she finally sold me the damn shoes.
okay, I left the store with two thoughts:
(a) That sounds like a terrible place to work.
(b) Regardless of (a), that was one annoying clerk, and I'm sorry if I took bread out of her kids' mouths by not giving her my phone number, but jeez louise, SORRY NOT SORRY just SHUT UP AND SELL ME SHOES.
Holy cow. I'm turning into a right bitch in my old age, ain't I? IT FEELS GREAT.