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Two days, three encounters with suck.
Day 1: Skin Cream Kiosk near my otherwise favorite store
To be fair, I'd run into this company before in another mall, and I don't know why I didn't learn from last time, but I guess I was expecting the hard-sell suck to be a one time thing. I mean, I was over 30 miles away. SURELY the company doesn't train these people to be annoying as hell.
I shouldn't have called him Surely, apparently.
So I'm walking to the Game Store, and a guy comes up to me and says, "Sir!" in a very insistent but helpful tone, the kind that makes me think I just dropped my wallet or something. He then proceeds to ask "Sir, what do you use on your skin?"
Whoops, I'm caught off guard. I thought he was asking something important. In the moment, my honesty reflex kicks in and I say, "Uh, well, a prescription." Then it dawns on me. It's them.
A warm smile lights up his face, very inviting, very good. "Well sir, if you don't mind, I'd like to show you-"
"Sorry, not interested." I cut him off. He's good, but Republic Credits will not be fine.
"Sir, wait!" Again, the tone. I hesitate for all of a split second, then give him a brief wave without even looking back.
"Not interested," I call out, "Good bye!" With that, I was in the store, though I could see him in the window halfway to me in a vain attempt to catch up with me. A few minutes of perusing the games and I was done, heading back outside. I saw him start up again and try to get back to me, but I cut behind another person and shot him a look of warning. Luckily for him, he took it.
Man I hate those kiosks.
Day 2 Part 1: Ruminate, Laminate, what's the difference?
This one is short. I needed posters laminated, so I went to my local office shop, signed off on the forms, was told I'd need to wait, and on the form, I left my phone number and checked off that I'd like to be notified when the laminations were done.
Fast forward several hours, we're approaching on closing time. I call up the shop and see what the status is on my order, since I had received no calls. It was finished hours ago, though one of the posters was too large for the machine. I guess they were going to order a bigger laminating machine and call me back when they got that one done?
Day 2, Part 2: The almost walk-out
So while I was waiting on my laminations, I decided to go out to dinner with my parents, who are always insisting on such things. I go to one of my local casual restaurants and we order. We get two of our drinks and are assured the rest of it all is on the way soon.
Soon turned out to be about 40 minutes. Minus refills. Minus the third drink we ordered, and minus any updates as to our situation.
Now, on a normal day, I'd be more understanding. You know, the place is popping, people are everywhere, and when it's busy, you'd expect things to be a little slow. It's cool.
Mid-week. Barely 1/6 capacity, but what looked like darn near full staff. Several staff members were seen standing about and chatting, and no food for 40 minutes with no updates from our server, who by the time our food had come, had gotten our order mixed up with another table's (we had three meals, they had two, and they were completely different).
And, on a completely seperate note, I know that there are a bunch of laws that say meat has to be cooked at least a minimum amount, yadda yadda, but really, why bother asking how I'd like it cooked if all you ever do is well? Medium is supposed to have at least some pink in it, dangit.
It's mediocre suck, all things considered, but come on Demon Lords of Suck, at least wait until I've got one major suck excised from my life before piling on.
Day 1: Skin Cream Kiosk near my otherwise favorite store
To be fair, I'd run into this company before in another mall, and I don't know why I didn't learn from last time, but I guess I was expecting the hard-sell suck to be a one time thing. I mean, I was over 30 miles away. SURELY the company doesn't train these people to be annoying as hell.
I shouldn't have called him Surely, apparently.
So I'm walking to the Game Store, and a guy comes up to me and says, "Sir!" in a very insistent but helpful tone, the kind that makes me think I just dropped my wallet or something. He then proceeds to ask "Sir, what do you use on your skin?"
Whoops, I'm caught off guard. I thought he was asking something important. In the moment, my honesty reflex kicks in and I say, "Uh, well, a prescription." Then it dawns on me. It's them.
A warm smile lights up his face, very inviting, very good. "Well sir, if you don't mind, I'd like to show you-"
"Sorry, not interested." I cut him off. He's good, but Republic Credits will not be fine.
"Sir, wait!" Again, the tone. I hesitate for all of a split second, then give him a brief wave without even looking back.
"Not interested," I call out, "Good bye!" With that, I was in the store, though I could see him in the window halfway to me in a vain attempt to catch up with me. A few minutes of perusing the games and I was done, heading back outside. I saw him start up again and try to get back to me, but I cut behind another person and shot him a look of warning. Luckily for him, he took it.
Man I hate those kiosks.
Day 2 Part 1: Ruminate, Laminate, what's the difference?
This one is short. I needed posters laminated, so I went to my local office shop, signed off on the forms, was told I'd need to wait, and on the form, I left my phone number and checked off that I'd like to be notified when the laminations were done.
Fast forward several hours, we're approaching on closing time. I call up the shop and see what the status is on my order, since I had received no calls. It was finished hours ago, though one of the posters was too large for the machine. I guess they were going to order a bigger laminating machine and call me back when they got that one done?
Day 2, Part 2: The almost walk-out
So while I was waiting on my laminations, I decided to go out to dinner with my parents, who are always insisting on such things. I go to one of my local casual restaurants and we order. We get two of our drinks and are assured the rest of it all is on the way soon.
Soon turned out to be about 40 minutes. Minus refills. Minus the third drink we ordered, and minus any updates as to our situation.
Now, on a normal day, I'd be more understanding. You know, the place is popping, people are everywhere, and when it's busy, you'd expect things to be a little slow. It's cool.
Mid-week. Barely 1/6 capacity, but what looked like darn near full staff. Several staff members were seen standing about and chatting, and no food for 40 minutes with no updates from our server, who by the time our food had come, had gotten our order mixed up with another table's (we had three meals, they had two, and they were completely different).
And, on a completely seperate note, I know that there are a bunch of laws that say meat has to be cooked at least a minimum amount, yadda yadda, but really, why bother asking how I'd like it cooked if all you ever do is well? Medium is supposed to have at least some pink in it, dangit.
It's mediocre suck, all things considered, but come on Demon Lords of Suck, at least wait until I've got one major suck excised from my life before piling on.
you must teach us the look oh great master 
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