I have always felt that I am a target to the kiosk people at the mall, but now I have found that it is only worse with twins. "Oooooh," they will yell, "twins, how cute!"
Before you know it I will be in the middle of a sales pitch and failing to find a way to tell the man with the nice smile that I do not need a straightener for my six inch hair. In fact, I am instead telling him how beautiful my already straight hair will look once I use the straightener to make it extra straight... It is as if they can smell my weakness when I am walking by.
I am used to being mobbed by the general public with questions about my boy-girl twins. "Are they identical?" they will shout to which I will give them a confused look and a no. But using my twins to make me a target for a sales pitch is definitely a new one. If anything I would have expected them to look at me like most people in a meaningful, but completely mistaken, look of "that poor woman" and then leave me alone knowing that I couldn't possibly afford whatever they are selling. But having twins is a conversation starter, and therefore a way to get you to talk to them.
Luckily, my husband came to the rescue right as I was about to throw money at the man and deterred me to the store where he works before any other kiosk salesmen could capture me in their dreadful sales pitches.
Before you know it I will be in the middle of a sales pitch and failing to find a way to tell the man with the nice smile that I do not need a straightener for my six inch hair. In fact, I am instead telling him how beautiful my already straight hair will look once I use the straightener to make it extra straight... It is as if they can smell my weakness when I am walking by.
I am used to being mobbed by the general public with questions about my boy-girl twins. "Are they identical?" they will shout to which I will give them a confused look and a no. But using my twins to make me a target for a sales pitch is definitely a new one. If anything I would have expected them to look at me like most people in a meaningful, but completely mistaken, look of "that poor woman" and then leave me alone knowing that I couldn't possibly afford whatever they are selling. But having twins is a conversation starter, and therefore a way to get you to talk to them.
Luckily, my husband came to the rescue right as I was about to throw money at the man and deterred me to the store where he works before any other kiosk salesmen could capture me in their dreadful sales pitches.
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