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Yea, those are the attitudes that would put me off shopping in a particular store, or ever again buying a particular brand.
John Lewis once showed their true colours while I was working as a particular brand rep in their stores. I will never spend a penny in there as long as I live.
I believe the trick is if treated that way, to flash the cash, and get as far as the yes sir no sir thank you sir would you like a bag sir, and then walk out and say you’d prefer to spend money elsewhere.
I argued a toss similar to that at Lineapelle with one of the big leather tanneries. They treated me like shit, they asked what did I want, so I told them to be treated like any other client. Of course, the gf at the time was also visiting their stall translating for a very well-known Chinese bag manufacturer. Her treatment was vastly different to mine. Of course.
Years ago with a different gf, travelling Europe and very...rough looking... neither Chanel nor Gucci treated us any different to the buyers coming in. Of course, we visited the stores as tourists, but at least their staff showed us common decency. I believe it is because we had the balls to enter even in our rough attire. The _____ jewellery store in Paris did indeed look at us with suspicion, but had a surprise when I said sincerely, “are you sure there’s nothing you like?” It was a bluff, but they didn’t know that.
I mean, it depends how limited your options are, or how desperate you are for something.
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I know that rule but, interestingly, in Norn Iron it doesn’t apply. I spoke to a guy who went into a local jewellers in his work clothes with cash in his pocket and the sales person said ‘I don’t think you will be able to afford it’. He left the shop.
The jewellers with the Speedy is incredibly snobbish - both branches. The door men stare out the door at you - even if you are looking in the window. I felt rather uncomfortable - but like going into a night club when you are underage. (They we’re called discos in my day!)