So there I was, window shopping, when a jumper-clad sales assistant went up to me asking what I needed. Now this is a really annoying question in my opinion. If I wanted any help I would ask for it. And it was pretty obvious that I was only looking around. I try not to be an asshole outside of the internet so I politely told the man I didn’t need any help and that I was only looking around. He stepped back a little and just stood there. I swear I could feel his eyes burning holes on my back. It became a small war between us. Who would walk away first? Well, if you must know, I am the type of person who does not walk easily away from a manly challenge like that.
It was unfair for him, really. I had the upper ground right from the start. He’d probably been doing that same shit with other customers since that morning and was bored out his skull. I, on the other hand, had all these tools to look at, inspect, caress, and such. Finally, the man walked away. Five minutes later, so did I. I rule, motherfokker. It was a Pyrrhic victory, however. What should’ve taken me five minutes at the shop actually went over twenty. And that sales assistant was getting paid for what he just did.
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