My Pretty Woman Moment.

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We all know that pivotal scene mid-montage in "Pretty Woman" when Julia Roberts' character goes back to Rodeo Drive to shop after she was very basically kicked out for looking like a prostitute who couldn't afford to buy anything there. She triumphantly goes up to the saleswoman who judged her before and she says, pointing at the woman with her hand that held all the shopping bags,

"You work on commission, right? Big mistake. Huge."

Yeah. That's right, bitch. The prostitute who couldn't afford to buy anything from your snooty, high-end shop struck gold and got an extremely good-looking, quietly tortured, wealthy man to give her some shopping money in exchange for her service. And all that money isn't going to your shop. Coz you suck ass.

Seriously, I hate salespeople who can't do their job. I don't think it's part of their job description to judge their customers by their appearance, but please correct me if I'm wrong. I mean, come on, sometimes, people walk in to a shop looking like they could buy the whole place, but that doesn't mean they WILL buy it, or anything at all for that matter.

One time, in Louis Vuitton Jeddah, the salespeople kept eyeing disdainfully this one lady who had a dirty, ratty abaya on, whispering to each other about how they wished she would just leave and how they would call security if she stayed longer than 20 minutes. Right before that 20-minute deadline, she calls someone on her cellphone, a man comes in, she starts pointing at stuff randomly, and the man (presumably her assistant) runs around getting the stuff, putting them on the counter, and then proceeds to pay for everything by cash. Wads of 500-riyal bills. I'm talking about maybe the size of a 200-page book.

So I went laptop shopping today at Baroom Center, and I walked into a shop where some asswipe salesguy was chatting on his Blackberry while I was asking him questions about a particular laptop I took an interest in. He first looked me up and down, checked out my 5-year-old worn-out running shoes, and then went back to furiously typing on his phone.


Me: Excuse me, why does it say Windows 7 Starter? What does Starter mean?

Guy: Tsk.

Me: I'm sorry? [I wanted to smack the Blackberry out of his hands and ask him if he just fucking tsk-ed at me.]

Guy: Starter is special for this computer. Bas.

Me: Billahi? Ok, listen, if I get more than one laptop, would you give me a discount?

Guy: No. So you want to buy or not? [He kept looking at his phone impatiently.]


I didn't answer. I went to another shop, got my stuff, and as I exit this shop, I see the same guy right outside, having a smoke. I raised the 4 bags worth of shit I didn't buy from his shop, waved them at him, and as a tribute to Pretty Woman, said under my breath

"Big mistake. Huge."

I seriously doubt he cared. And it wasn't like I bought 200,000 Riyals worth of anything. But it didn't stop me from enjoying my moment.



Afterwards, I nursed my ego with some Baskin Robbins.

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Comments

  1. SoumaJune 13, 2010 at 4:36 AM

    <3
    *is hormonal and needs a hug*

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  2. nessreenJune 13, 2010 at 6:01 AM

    *shares Baskin Robbins and a hug*

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  3. WafaJune 13, 2010 at 11:23 PM

    now you are a smart ass lady. He deserves it.
    And i agree completely with you about sales people. I mean who care about your opinion if i didn't ask for it. sometimes they just cross the line with their comments and stupidity and the biggest problem is most times their supervisiors are even worse !!!
    enjoy your labtop and your baskin robins :)

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  4. nessreenJune 14, 2010 at 8:31 AM

    Thank you, Wafa'! :) The laptops are my brothers', and yes, they better enjoy it after all that crap I had to go through! Haha.

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  5. ndrewJune 17, 2010 at 1:16 PM

    laptop just like our shadow, it follows me everywhere i go...
    :)

    ReplyDelete
  6. arieffJune 17, 2010 at 1:30 PM

    laptop has been change my note and book..

    ReplyDelete

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