Furniture shopping

"Hello, welcome to Bob Mills Furniture! What can I show you today?"

"Actually, we're just looking around and getting ideas about what we like and don't like, thanks."

"Okay, well, my name's Stacy if you need anything." (Names have been changed to protect the irritating.)

"Thanks."

So we begin the grand tour of the furniture store. We are there to look at sofas and chairs for the living room and we actually already have a pretty good idea of what we're looking for. I, for one, usually want to look around on my own before being harassed by a salesperson. Usually, they take the hint and bug off, at least for a little while.

Stacy didn't get the hint. As we circled around the store ignorning her with all our might, she follwed behind us at a dozen paces, sometimes more, and chimed in whenever my fiance and I asked each other a question or pointed out something we liked.

At first, her hovering wasn't so bad; we figured she was just doing her job and making sure no other salesperson got any commission off us. But she never, ever, ever left us alone! I finally got so irritated that we left the store. They didn't have anything we wanted anyway.

I realize there is a fine art to being a salesperson; I am one. Furniture salepersons are a totally different breed from the rest of us. They are much more likely to be of the parasitic leech family. Do other customers actually enjoy the hovering? They must, or furniture salespersons would change their act quickly.

As I said, we left Bob Mills without purchasing anything. We found what we wanted at a good price at Mathis Brothers. We had to special order a different fabric (bright red wouldn't quite work with our color scheme!). We picked out a medium green tone, maybe sage...no, I just remembered it's actually called Chive. Not that that actually tells you anything. Our sofa, chair and ottoman should arrive in about a month from now.