gnashings
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Stargazer said:Funny you should say that - that was my immediate response when I read Sandra's post above.
If I know what I want I ALWAYS prefer to buy on-line. There are some shops I will talk to people on the phone, some I won't. Being patronised is, I would say, quite normal. Maybe it happens to men, too, I don't know, but I can hear the voice and attitude change only when it becomes obvious that I know what I'm talking about.
A couple of weeks ago I was in a very well-known branch of a very well-known chain in New Oxford St., downstairs (gottit?). Granted, Saturday afternoon, which I usually avoid, but I was passing and decided to drop in. I waited in the very loose queueing system they have (very like waiting at a bar). Very patiently. Two guys being served already. Another two waiting, before me, they go next. I wait for at least ten-fifteen full minutes, looking patient but expectant, occasionally leaning a little on the counter, just to make sure they know I'm there. The customers leave, in fact for a brief moment there's no-one waiting but me (some other people have given up), I'm about to open my mouth, and the spotty youth behind the counter notices someone (a man) come up and browse something in the display, totally ignores me and asks him if he needs help. The guy doesn't want help, so the assistant makes to go disappear off behind the counter in another direction (tea-break?). I have to hail him "EXCUSE ME!"
It's a while since I've been made to feel so invisible. I realised afterwards if he saw me at all he probably thought I was hanging around waiting for my hubby.
When I asked if they stocked focus-screens for Mamiya RZ's he didn't have a clue what I was talking about.
I have to qualify this by saying I have received expert help from this department in the past, and Saturday is the day for spotty-youths-behind-the-counter. BUT getting attention in the first place is ALWAYS just like being an eighteen-year-old girl waiting for a half a lager and a packet of crisps.
The point about it is, though, silly as the situation was, it did make me feel small. Obviously I've been waiting to express it! Thanks, better now....
RZ? Whoa, there, little lady - that's a mighty big camera... you can hurt yourself with one of those! You can't always expect the man of the house to lug that thing around with you, can you? Now, how about I give you a fair price on a trade in of that brute, and for just a little extra I will set you up with one of those darling little Canon's that Anna Sharapova likes so much. They won't take a shot when the person in the picture is not smiling, and if she can get hers into her little tennis outfit, you will sure fit into your purse with no problems. Now how do you fit an RZ into a purse? Come on, lets be reasonable

Peter.
PS. Please, please, please see the sarcasm and intended humour. Funny story, I worked in auto sales in a former life, and I sold mainly to women. My co-workers accused me of being a flirt (which I suppose I am
