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snorkackcatcherWell all right, I loathe pushy salespeople of any kind. But the ones who sell mobile phones just seem to be a special kind of irritating.
Warning: rantage follows.
This little rant was prompted by walking back up the High Street in the pouring rain just now. A besuited man was standing in the doorway of some mobile phone shop or other, and as I went by:
Man: Do you have a BT landline?
Me (startled): Yes ...
Man: (launches into spiel about some contract or other ...)
Me: ! ...
I think the most aggravating thing was his complete lack of awareness of the utter absurdity of what he was doing. Viz., accosting perfect strangers in the street, ones who had shown no interest whatsoever in his products, and expecting them to stand around getting soaked while listening to his sales pitch. All done with complete seriousness and without a trace of potentially redeeming humour.
Hence my rapid reply: "Fuck off!" -- said with as much incredulity and contempt as I could manage to put into two words.
(Why yes, I am often a bad-tempered bastard. No, there weren't any impressionable kiddies, or indeed anyone else, close by as far as I could see.)
Unfortunately, I believe the law frowns on stringing such salesmen up by their balls -- doubtless some bleeding heart human rights thing, but I mean, there are limits. Otherwise he'd have been swinging next to the man who answered the phone when I wanted a code to switch networks -- the one who greeted this request in accusatory tones that suggested personal betrayal, as if I'd seduced and abandoned his kid sister or something. And then followed up by demanding to know why I was changing with levels of scorn and condescension more appropriate for someone who'd just announced their recent purchase of the Brooklyn Bridge.
I eventually just hung up on that bloke before I said something very offensive. This time ... hah! No more Mr Nice Guy ...
*takes deep breath*
That felt good. :D
Warning: rantage follows.
This little rant was prompted by walking back up the High Street in the pouring rain just now. A besuited man was standing in the doorway of some mobile phone shop or other, and as I went by:
Man: Do you have a BT landline?
Me (startled): Yes ...
Man: (launches into spiel about some contract or other ...)
Me: ! ...
I think the most aggravating thing was his complete lack of awareness of the utter absurdity of what he was doing. Viz., accosting perfect strangers in the street, ones who had shown no interest whatsoever in his products, and expecting them to stand around getting soaked while listening to his sales pitch. All done with complete seriousness and without a trace of potentially redeeming humour.
Hence my rapid reply: "Fuck off!" -- said with as much incredulity and contempt as I could manage to put into two words.
(Why yes, I am often a bad-tempered bastard. No, there weren't any impressionable kiddies, or indeed anyone else, close by as far as I could see.)
Unfortunately, I believe the law frowns on stringing such salesmen up by their balls -- doubtless some bleeding heart human rights thing, but I mean, there are limits. Otherwise he'd have been swinging next to the man who answered the phone when I wanted a code to switch networks -- the one who greeted this request in accusatory tones that suggested personal betrayal, as if I'd seduced and abandoned his kid sister or something. And then followed up by demanding to know why I was changing with levels of scorn and condescension more appropriate for someone who'd just announced their recent purchase of the Brooklyn Bridge.
I eventually just hung up on that bloke before I said something very offensive. This time ... hah! No more Mr Nice Guy ...
*takes deep breath*
That felt good. :D
