I realized as I was writing this that I’d probably hit a few nerves. Before you think, “OMG, is that about ME?”….the answer is mostly ‘no’. I do support anyone who is motivated enough to run their own business. But for each of my friends that has offered me their wares, there are about 10 others following suit. And, I’m a gal with a history of trouble with the words, “No thanks…”
I walked into my office building recently only to find myself almost immediately cornered by a lady selling jewelry. Out of Ziplocs. Of course, this was after I’d walked by a handful of strategically placed Mary Kay catalogs and past a sign advertising the upcoming Book Mobile.
Never too early to get into the Christmas spirit.
For years, I’ve been buying food storage containers at The Dollar Store. Did Mr. Tupperware just roll in his grave?
I own a pizza stone – bought from Walmart – which I generally forget to use. Yet I’m still able to destroy the roof of my mouth on the first three bites. Take that Pampered Chef.
The place it drives me most crazy (this minute) is in the actual office. Here I’m faced with supporting the local school districts. When I was a kid, our schools weren’t running fundraisers every marking period. At least I don’t think they were. Or maybe my parents were just shielding me from a life of pre-teen selling.
In today’s world, it’s wrapping paper one week, popcorn the next week, coupon books the week after – and if I buy from one, I pretty much have to buy from all. And if I don’t – I fear I’ll be held accountable should the kids not get to play with a real globe this school year.
In all honesty, I’d like a waiver card that I can whip out indicating that, as I have no children, I am excused from supporting the fundraising efforts of the local schools, boy scouts, swim teams, etc..
Or would it be easier if I just gave the kids a jarful of cash? Oh wait, I did that on Halloween.
Before I know it I’m full of mini-quiches, martinis and scribbling through an order form as quickly as possible so I don’t miss the chance to spend fifty bucks on something I could buy at the mall for ten.
The guarantee, of course, is that you won’t like the item as much as you did when you ordered it (see: Martini) and upon it’s arrival will wonder what the heck you were thinking.
That’s if you haven’t already noticed the gully that’s formed in your checkbook. Do they never have sales?
I have learned this, though ~ whenever anyone asks such questions as, “Do you like silver jewelry?” or “What are you doing Sunday afternoon” or “Do you use candles?” or “Are you busy Tuesday night” the answers are always this:
I’m not sure
I’m not sure
No matter how well you know the person asking – and especially if you don’t know them well at all. For part of the pseudo store training is capturing vulnerable women when they aren’t paying attention – thus tricking them into attendance.
Stand firm. Or enjoy your thirty dollar plastic measuring spoon. I’m sure the martinis make it worth it.
2 thoughts on “No, I won’t shop at your pretend store.”
OMG. I own all those stupid pampered chef items that are under $50.00. I have more jewelry that I don't wear from those parties. I have that coupon book. I'm not enjoying my 30 dollar measuring spoon and I forgot what the martini tasted like.Sigh.
I can only help you with the martini. And would do so gladly.