A month or so back I was shopping in Old Navy. For once it was not that crowded, and I was having a fun leisurely experience taking my sweet time enjoying myself. I had found a nice top and was just looking around at the other stuff for the heck of it.
No one was bugging me, until I made the mistake of going around the wrong corner of a clothing rack. Right there in front of me is like a herd of five salespeople chatting amongst themselves. No big deal, right?
Well, of course the oldest male steps right up and has to ask, “Did you find everything you are looking for?”
What am I supposed to say to that? “No, buddy, as a matter of fact I was looking for some jeans in size such and such, can you come help me find them?!” OF COURSE I’M GONNA SAY YES I FOUND EVERYTHING I WAS LOOKING FOR!!!
So yeah, I politely answer the guy. Ugh. Along my merry way now…
At this point I am heading back to the dressing room area in the middle of the store. Some boots or something catches my eye, so I’m heading toward those happily. Behind me I hear some shouting but I think nothing of it, since there’s already a lot of noise happening in a store like that. I hear this voice about three times in the distance. All the sudden this voice is RIGHT behind me yelling,”HEY, HEY!!!”
I turn around surprised. I almost jumped; this woman was so loud behind me. She has this fake looking smile plastered on her face, yet is looking at me like I’m the tard for not paying attention when she was way in the distance. So I am kind of annoyed at this point. I thought I had dropped something or the like, and she was trying to return it, hence the yelling.
Then I see her little Old Navy employee tag. And she shoves a flyer in my hand and starts ranting about how if I spend $50 or more I get some free stuff, or something, I don’t really know because I was barely listening due to her obnoxious behavior. I force smiled and tried to get away. She keeps rambling about this great deal when I know all I am buying is this $24 top. I managed to shrug her off and decided it was time to go pay for this thing and get the eff out.
So after waiting in a line, that everyone joins just because someone else did and they don’t want to be the only ones in it, I pay for my top and then the cashier asks for an email. Like eff guys I don’t say it out loud and give it to Old freaking Navy so they can send me spam.
The workers do a good enough job of that in person. PLEASE, LEAVE ME ALONE SO I CAN SHOP IN PEACE!!! I CAN READ YOUR DEAL SIGNS WHEN THEY ARE ALL OVER THE EFFING STORE!!!
I wonder if they get commission or something for following you. Stalkers.
