Fuhget the Strat,The Weekenders wrote: my son ... has a Mexican Strat but wanted to look at others, as I did (I like fooling around with eelectric geetars).
get 'im one o' these!
Now that's a fine instrument!
Fuhget the Strat,The Weekenders wrote: my son ... has a Mexican Strat but wanted to look at others, as I did (I like fooling around with eelectric geetars).
This reminds me of when Beth and I went into a shop to look for a suit for me for our wedding.Cynth wrote: I can get really bugged by store clerks who won't leave me alone, to the point of stomping out. Quite a few of them though, I think, have been told how to act and their bosses might be standing nearby.
I get irritated at the ones in a nice resturant, where its quiet and you can actually hear people talk, that start with "Hi, I'm <fill in name> and I'll be your server tonite...and the special is...Flyingcursor wrote:I also can't stand restaraunts where the "servers" are required to crouch down and talk as if they are your psychiatrist.
My most memorable experience was when a bunch of us from work went to a local Brann's for lunch. The waitress, (or "server"), came and actually sat down at our table.
Yeah, I HATE when they say "tonite". I tell them, "I can hear it whenfel bautista wrote:I get irritated at the ones in a nice resturant, where its quiet and you can actually hear people talk, that start with "Hi, I'm <fill in name> and I'll be your server tonite...and the special is...
There's a restaurant that I frequent in the Charleston area, and most days I get the same dude taking my order, and probably seven times now over the course of six months he's told us it's his birthday. I don't hold it against him because he's a good waiter and doesn't patronize me with the psychiatrist-crouch.Flyingcursor wrote:I also can't stand restaraunts where the "servers" are required to crouch down and talk as if they are your psychiatrist.
My most memorable experience was when a bunch of us from work went to a local Brann's for lunch. The waitress, (or "server"), came and actually sat down at our table. Then while bantering on about her boyfriend or something she drooled. Not just a little drool but a huge drool. Somehow I thought it was all over the top.
I can just imagine how awful it would be to have to ask a question that didn't seem right with a manager spying on you! When people say a sort of goofy phrase---like "What can I help you find?" instead of the simpler and very adequate "May I help you?"----you can almost tell they are being forced to say it. I always am polite on the first questioning by a salesperson, because I know they have to do it. I don't consider the first question to be in my face. It's just when they go on to more once you have indicated you aren't ready for help, and usually I think those people are selling on commission (and they aren't very good salespeople actually) or own the shop.a.mellifera wrote:I used to work at Borders Bookstore and if we did not greet every single customer we would be reprimanded. For a while the manager's thing was that we could not ask a question that could be answered "yes" or "no," so instead of "Are you finding everything alright" or something equally benign, we had to ask, "What can I help you find today?" The managers would hide behind bookshelves and do an "on-the-spot" review, and if we did not ask the right questions, we failed. I hated it, and consequently I no longer work there.
Getting in the customer's face does reduce shoplifting, but I suspect that it also drives away good customers. On the other hand, I don't know how many people I encountered in the book store who never would have asked for help, but had no idea what they were looking for.
Like many of you, I hate being confronted by salespeople demanding to know what I am looking for, and generally leave the store when the salespeople get too pushy.
Our local Borders is one of those places where I'm continually accosted by salespeople, but to where I continue to return because when I AM in need of help, their service has usually been first rate (at the store near where I live, at other locations I've found the opposite).Cynth wrote: I have really found that the saleswomen can help a great deal, particularly if they are about the same age as I am.
The same goes for bookstores. In the Borders in Des Moines I've had the salespeople walk great distances here and there looking for a book that I want and they know they have but has been put in an odd spot. I don't recall them coming up to me in Borders, but if they do I will be sure to answer their question with a really long answer so they pass the manager's test!!!
I don't care if they sing, dance, tumble, or play a recorder, as long as they bring me my Peanut Butter Perfection before it melts.Lambchop wrote:OK. I went there. Never been there before.
I thought it was kind of nice. Upscale, for ice cream. Tasty product, pleasant decor. Etc.
The key word here being "upscale."
So, here's my question: If you've been to one of these places, were there incredibly perky employees -- clearly high school -- who would, in the smack dab middle of preparing orders, scream . . . in unison . . . "HI! WELCOME TO COLD STONE!" ?
And did they, also in the smack dab middle of preparing other people's orders, stop everything to . . . do sports-style cheers? With the words "Cold Stone" inserted everywhere there should be, say, "Toledo High?" At the top of their lungs?
I mean, seriously, they cheered. Had there been one more of them, I'm sure they would have made a human pyramid. They jumped -- still holding onto those paddles they use to scoop the ice cream around -- and danced behind the counter.
Frankly, I thought it unsafe. What if they slipped on that wet floor? Not to mention unnerving. Who would have thought such a nice place came with . . . clamor.
Even the "perky" bit was pushing it, I thought, but sheesh! the cheers! Gack!
One middle-aged man's wife snatched up her ice cream and bolted for the tables outside, but . . . I swear . . . he came back to watch another cheer, and the young ladies indulged him with two.
Is this normal? Do they do this at all of these places?
Gasp!FJohnSharp wrote:I don't care if they sing, dance, tumble, or play a recorder, as long as they bring me my Peanut Butter Perfection before it melts.Lambchop wrote:OK. I went there. Never been there before.
I thought it was kind of nice. Upscale, for ice cream. Tasty product, pleasant decor. Etc.
The key word here being "upscale."
So, here's my question: If you've been to one of these places, were there incredibly perky employees -- clearly high school -- who would, in the smack dab middle of preparing orders, scream . . . in unison . . . "HI! WELCOME TO COLD STONE!" ?
And did they, also in the smack dab middle of preparing other people's orders, stop everything to . . . do sports-style cheers? With the words "Cold Stone" inserted everywhere there should be, say, "Toledo High?" At the top of their lungs?
I mean, seriously, they cheered. Had there been one more of them, I'm sure they would have made a human pyramid. They jumped -- still holding onto those paddles they use to scoop the ice cream around -- and danced behind the counter.
Frankly, I thought it unsafe. What if they slipped on that wet floor? Not to mention unnerving. Who would have thought such a nice place came with . . . clamor.
Even the "perky" bit was pushing it, I thought, but sheesh! the cheers! Gack!
One middle-aged man's wife snatched up her ice cream and bolted for the tables outside, but . . . I swear . . . he came back to watch another cheer, and the young ladies indulged him with two.
Is this normal? Do they do this at all of these places?
FJohnSharp wrote:I don't care if they sing, dance, tumble, or play a recorder, as long as they bring me my Peanut Butter Perfection before it melts.Lambchop wrote:OK. I went there. Never been there before.
I thought it was kind of nice. Upscale, for ice cream. Tasty product, pleasant decor. Etc.
The key word here being "upscale."
So, here's my question: If you've been to one of these places, were there incredibly perky employees -- clearly high school -- who would, in the smack dab middle of preparing orders, scream . . . in unison . . . "HI! WELCOME TO COLD STONE!" ?
And did they, also in the smack dab middle of preparing other people's orders, stop everything to . . . do sports-style cheers? With the words "Cold Stone" inserted everywhere there should be, say, "Toledo High?" At the top of their lungs?
I mean, seriously, they cheered. Had there been one more of them, I'm sure they would have made a human pyramid. They jumped -- still holding onto those paddles they use to scoop the ice cream around -- and danced behind the counter.
Frankly, I thought it unsafe. What if they slipped on that wet floor? Not to mention unnerving. Who would have thought such a nice place came with . . . clamor.
Even the "perky" bit was pushing it, I thought, but sheesh! the cheers! Gack!
One middle-aged man's wife snatched up her ice cream and bolted for the tables outside, but . . . I swear . . . he came back to watch another cheer, and the young ladies indulged him with two.
Is this normal? Do they do this at all of these places?