Vendors
Going to the mall is a bit like taking a stroll down a secluded dark alley in the worst part of town in the sense that you are likely to be attacked. Only at the mall the thief with a pocket knife is replaced by the vendor with an item for sale. He sits in his booth calmly biding his time until he is able to pounce once you walk past. I have become an expert at avoiding eye contact with these enthusiastic salespeople, but some of them are incredibly persistent. They call out to you, so your instincts tell you to look their way and then you want to kick yourself for falling into their ploy.
No, I don't want to buy a new phone!
No, I don't need a new hair straightener!
No, I don't want to use your carpeting services - I live in a rented apartment for goodness sake!
To all these vendors I have only one question. What in the world made you think that I - the woman with the screaming baby in a stroller and the misbehaving 4 year old running wild through the mall - would have the time to talk with you about something I am NOT interested in buying!
No, I don't want to buy a new phone!
No, I don't need a new hair straightener!
No, I don't want to use your carpeting services - I live in a rented apartment for goodness sake!
To all these vendors I have only one question. What in the world made you think that I - the woman with the screaming baby in a stroller and the misbehaving 4 year old running wild through the mall - would have the time to talk with you about something I am NOT interested in buying!