Last weekend I was shopping in Dallas and stopped for a minute to adjust my armload of packages. Out of nowhere, a guy jumped out at me from a store that sold high-end skincare. He offered a sample, I smiled, thanked him and started to walk off. All of the sudden, it was like I had been thrown into a dark vortex with no escape route.
Now I’m never rude to anyone if I can help it. It’s just not in my blood. However, this guy was about to the send me over the edge. He talked on and on (in a cute foreign accent) about how amazing his gold-whatever skincare line was. Now, don’t get me wrong, maybe it is amazing. I just knew that I had no intention of spending money on it.
He coxed me into the store, sat me in a chair and started putting products on my face. He NEVER stopped talking. This guy had what we Okie’s would call diarrhea of the mouth.
After each product, he sputtered off crazy prices like $199.95 for a limited time. Was I in the Twilight Zone of Infomercials? Every time I tried to utter a word or two about not being interested, he would offer me a different price. You are so beautiful so I will give it to you for $135. Shhh, don’t tell anyone, but I will give it to you for $95 if you will tell your friends about the products. WHAT? Did that make sense? My favorite line was, I don’t need your money because I’m one of the original founders of the company.
I managed to escape with the sample still clutched in my hand. I might be 50 and look like I need to spend thousands of dollars on skincare for my wrinkles, but I’m old enough not to be gullible.