They have to be joking. I'm amazed anyone falls for this.
It started with a "free sample". Oh, you like that, well come in here and we'll give you another "free sample". Of course, there isn't another free sample. That's when the over the top hollow flattery begins. The salesperson attempted to create rapport with his fawning. I saw right through it. But hey, it's their stuff and if they want to slather it on customers, that's on them.
I decided to play along, chatting with the salesperson and trading life stories. I'm guessing mine was as big a lie as his. It was all part of the game.
Then the hard sell started. The product was $399. Sorry, too much money. Then it was "half off" at $189. More flattery and smooth talking. I still wasn't sufficiently drawn to the product, so the guy offered to throw in a discount on a chemical facelift or neck lift if I, "...promised not to tell anyone how much I paid." I almost burst out laughing. Does anyone actually get talked in to paying full price for this stuff?
Now how to get untangled.
"Oh. Wait. Did you shower today?" he asks. I'm thinking that's sort of personal. Try this stuff. (It's the same stuff the lovely ladies where I have my pedicures done tried to sell me.) He rubs it on the inside of my arm and shazam, "Are you sure you showered today?" Look at the "dirty" cotton balls. "Doesn't that smell nice?" It's a cosmetology parlor trick. I'm not biting.
I'm eyeing the door. The guy can sense it. "What product did you like best?" Not really any of them. He's at a loss for words. I'm not playing into his game. Now the flattery is gone and he's "gently" suggesting he can help me "look my best" and get rid of my wrinkles. Silly man, I'm at an age where I have zero interest in erasing a few laugh lines - I earned them. You've been very nice, I tell him, but I have to go.
He's about to drag out another product, when I stand up to leave. The stuff he put on my face is starting to itch and my skin feels uncomfortably tight. He offers to schedule a neck lift, he says he can try to find another coupon, he wonders if I have any friends who might be interested. I'm still on my way out. Sure my laugh lines are gone, but it also feels like I've smoothed out my skin with packing tape... and left the tape on. I make a clean get away and notice that folks are ducking and running past this place. They must have already been "victims" of the hard sell. Come on ladies, no one is "forcing" you to buy this stuff. Keep your credit card in your wallet, stand up, say "thank you", and hit the door.
I wonder over to a department store with a public restroom where I can wash this goo off my face. My laugh lines immediately reappear. Oh how I missed them. read more