Piggysnoot

Note to the Supremo Asshat Sales Manager at ABC Warehouse: I don’t appreciate your freaking attitude. I am thankful that the salesman I talked to was of a higher class than yourself…even if he couldn’t work the TV I was looking at…which is strange since he told me TVs are his specialty. Something tells me that washers would’ve been his specialty if I were shopping for one of those…but I digress. After completing my browsing, where I had told said salesman that I was price checking and I’d have to check with my husband, I was headed out the door to the next place on the list. This is the moment that I was slapped in the face by your dumb ass comment of, “What’s the matter, ma’am? You have to wait for your husband to pick a TV? Can’t you make that decision yourself?” And you know what? You said it in a rather snotty tone…that was borderline bitchy. Gotta tell you, that did nothing for me. In fact, it helped make my decision about purchasing the TV much easier…it eliminated the possibility of buying the TV from your store. It turns out I could make the decision of which TV to buy by myself. I am capable of deciding things. However, a $700+ purchase is not something that our household takes lightly. A $700+ TV is probably not something you’d want your wife picking out (assuming you kept your trap shut long enough to snag someone of the opposite sex), and buying without your input. We actually bought a TV that cost more than yours…at your nearby competitor…because they treated us respectfully. Your smart mouth cost you the sale. So put that in your pipe and smoke it, jerk.