Selling - Lie Vs Die
Levi’s
A female customer sashayed into the Levi’s store. Rummaged through the many racks of many styles of the jeans. Found one style that she particularly liked. The right blue, the right cut. Not super-super low (stomach where to put?), not slim-fit either (more like fit with an ‘a’ in palce of ‘I’), and no tacky bling-blings (too old for shineshine). The jeans are perfect for her shape and style.
Happy with the gem she discovered, but couldn’t find the size that she wanted.
‘Excuse me,’ she nudged a salesman.. salesboy may be a better term to use.
‘Do you have this in waist size 28?’
He looked her up and down, eyes lingered at her waist a few seconds too long than necessary and replied OUT LOUD.
‘You sure ah? You look like you are a 31.’
She ended up not buying anything from the store. Never mind if her waist size was really 31.
Will she go there again? NEVER. Vomit blood.
La Senza
A customer waddled in the la Senza looking for a nightwear. Not too sexy lest her kids would be horrified, not too boring either or the husband would mistake her for his grandmother.
Found one Betty Boop set. Had ‘tease me’ on the front – perfect for the husband, but decent and cute enough to get approvals from the kids.
‘Is this ‘free size’?’ she asked the salesgirl.
‘No, it comes in various sizes. We have from XS to XL’
‘Let me try your M’ the customer said. She was really an L, but she did skip lunch earlier and went to the loo twice in the last hour. At that particular moment, she probably was an M (harapan).
‘You M? No way. Try the XS’ the salesgirl offered. Maybe we should call her ‘saleslady’ instead, no?
She ended up buying an M (a bit tight though, but never mind).
Will she go there again? You bet!
DISCLAIMER: Both cases may not necessarily be me.
A female customer sashayed into the Levi’s store. Rummaged through the many racks of many styles of the jeans. Found one style that she particularly liked. The right blue, the right cut. Not super-super low (stomach where to put?), not slim-fit either (more like fit with an ‘a’ in palce of ‘I’), and no tacky bling-blings (too old for shineshine). The jeans are perfect for her shape and style.
Happy with the gem she discovered, but couldn’t find the size that she wanted.
‘Excuse me,’ she nudged a salesman.. salesboy may be a better term to use.
‘Do you have this in waist size 28?’
He looked her up and down, eyes lingered at her waist a few seconds too long than necessary and replied OUT LOUD.
‘You sure ah? You look like you are a 31.’
She ended up not buying anything from the store. Never mind if her waist size was really 31.
Will she go there again? NEVER. Vomit blood.
La Senza
A customer waddled in the la Senza looking for a nightwear. Not too sexy lest her kids would be horrified, not too boring either or the husband would mistake her for his grandmother.
Found one Betty Boop set. Had ‘tease me’ on the front – perfect for the husband, but decent and cute enough to get approvals from the kids.
‘Is this ‘free size’?’ she asked the salesgirl.
‘No, it comes in various sizes. We have from XS to XL’
‘Let me try your M’ the customer said. She was really an L, but she did skip lunch earlier and went to the loo twice in the last hour. At that particular moment, she probably was an M (harapan).
‘You M? No way. Try the XS’ the salesgirl offered. Maybe we should call her ‘saleslady’ instead, no?
She ended up buying an M (a bit tight though, but never mind).
Will she go there again? You bet!
DISCLAIMER: Both cases may not necessarily be me.
posted by OOD at 12:08 AM
11 Comments:
Salam Kak,
I was bloghopping this morning and i found you..hehe..i love your posts..keep on blogging ye..
Dear OOD,
Hehehe... what can I say...hehehe
Haha ood. My trick is to always ask for one (if not a couple) of sizes larger..that way- u always get "haiya!! You're not that big lahhh" or the like. Can't go wrong..and you can always go back to the store!
Muahhhhh.
Hi
Thought u hv given up on blogging and focus your time to my memo.
Boss wannabe
I STRONGLY disagree with "Boss Wannabe".
Your Blog have and will always keep me sane. Please keep them coming. Charge me if you must (to read your Blog), but please please don't stop Blogging.
kJ
Salam sis..
Owwhh I soooo like this posting, hahaha..
~arena
Oodie Dearie,
I don't believe you for one second. You cannot be an M or a 31. Tipu besar. You must either have a distorted image of yourself, or you have a hidden anorexic/bulimic-like syndromme. Repeat after me please... "I Am A Gorgeous, Petite, Yummy Mummy of Three, and No Salesperson Can Take the Mickey Out Of Me. So There!"
Tigress
(Its been soooooo long, I forgot my blog password. :-P)
M. Definitely the M.
Marlina Jamal.
thanks MJ. This is it! :D
Ina,
well you can say, surely OOD, you ARE a 28-XS chicky. Try.
Dena,
i should try that sometimes.
When i was in canada, the milk came in many fat percentage options. I was asked by a waiter on my preference and before i could answer, he said, why bother and gave me the one with highest fat content. Hahaha.. why bother indeed! Gone case, hobin dagho, hobin!
Boss Wannabee,
i thought you have given up on me.
KJ,
charge you? I'd rather come charging at you, for your famous disappearing act!
Sayang you loads, KJ. But that you know already :)
arena,
you shouldnt! I still havent found my waist, and that's a tragedy tau!
:p
Tigress! No wonder! Have you considered writing from another zoo? Open up a new account lah doll! You last wrote back when dinosaurs still roam KL. Tsk tsk tsk...
come we do lunch and chant the mantra together, after dessert.
Ms Lavendar,
you're an M? i am an M-Wannabe. ;D
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