I went shopping for an electric blanket our first winter in our new apartment, because I was freezing.
The saleslady followed me around, offering "suggestions" on what I should get. I already knew what I wanted: I wanted a blanket for one person, something I could carry around with me (and an extension cord) if I really wanted to, and not something big or bulky. She thought I'd really be happier if I went with the king-sized blanket, because then I could share it with my fiance (my fiance, who sleeps under a single sheet -- at most -- and happily churns out 60,000 BTUs at night), and was actually quite put out when I re-stated my wishes. I ended up buying the blanket I
wanted, of course, but she acted like it was a personal insult or something that I didn't take her suggestions. Her words: "Oh, the king-sized one has dual controls, so he could turn his side off if he wasn't going to use it." My words: "He's never
going to use it, so why would I spend the extra money for it?"
Almost as annoying, but certainly more rare, is the absent salesperson. I walked into a high end clothing store and had a total Julia Roberts in Pretty Woman
moment: not a single salesperson would even acknowledge my existence. I had to go to the counter and ding the little bell before anyone would come to help me (and it's not like they were busy!), and even then it was like talking to me was the most painful part of their day. I realize I'm not stylish and my wardrobe doesn't scream "multimillionaire," but I'm one half of a DINK (double-income no kids) couple and I most definitely have spending power. Those
totally lost a sale that day ... and they do
work on commission.