I rarely go to the mall. There are only a handful of stores that can get me there, otherwise I go to the nearby outside mall. When I DO go to the mall, which happens to be Flatirons Crossing, I have to methodically plot my way through so as to avoid those annoying mall kiosk sales people.
Those people are like vulchers. They wander out into the walkways and want to squirt lotion on you or crimp your hair or clean your jewelry. They are highly trained at blocking your path whilst waving about the product they are trying to sell. It usually goes something like this:
Annoying Kiosk Salesperson (AKS): Would you like to try some lotion
Me: No thank you
AKS: Can I ask you a question?
Me: You just did and no thank you
I don't like to be purposefully rude, but trying to draw me into some kind conversation by asking me a question...puhlease. I don't want your product thankyouverymuch. Go away and let me be.
It's not like I'm strolling along at a leisurely pace either, I shop with a purpose, I want in and out. If you see me heading full tilt toward you, don't get in my way or you are likely to become mall road kill. I detest these AKS so much that I now have a path that involves many escalators and department store detours to avoid the long stretch of AKS. A trip to the mall now takes twice as long because of the detours. I suppose I could look at it like an exercise routine. Or, I could just stay away from the mall, which would make my hubby's wallet very happy.
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