Noodle Arms and I had to go into town today to buy her Winter wardrobe, since she's outgrown everything from last year, and we decided to go perfumeless and have a spray of something nice in David Jones to test a couple of fragrances. However, our pleasure at just wandering around sniffing bottles was completely ruined by the fact that we had three sales people hassling us within the space of three minutes.
"Would you like some help?"
"No, thank you. We're just looking."
"Would you like to try some (insert crappy celebrity stinkfest here)?"
"No, thank you."
"Is there anything in particular you're looking for?"
"YES. A TRUCK TO RUN YOU OVER WITH."
(I didn't say that. I wanted to, though. Man, get the hint - I don't want to be bothered!)
The perfume area of Adelaide's DJ is not that big, and they really don't need three staff just standing around waiting to spritz people. Actually, there were four there, but the fourth one was standing right near the third one and heard me snap, "We're just looking!", so he obviously thought it was wise not to come near me.
In the end we just hurriedly spritzed whatever was handy - Flowerbomb for me, something I can't even remember for Noodles, and just walked off quickly, our planned little treat ruined.
Note to perfume salespeople in big department stores: I cannot be the only person who finds this incredibly irritating. I would imagine you lose a few sales because you don't freakin' leave people alone to wander around and do their own thing. If they need help, they will ask. If they don't ask, DON'T BUG THEM.
Well, me anyway. I can't really speak for anyone else.