Sales people

Leave me alone!

No, I don't need your help.

Yes, I will come to you if I need anything.

I'm a grown, competent adult, I don't need you sales people hovering over me like vultures over a dying lion in the African sun. I'm not Simba. I'm not dying.

I hate going to look at shoes i

n Macy's (they do it most often to me) and the sales people just attack, attack, attack! It's like no one in that section has eyes. Can they not see when I turn away the first sales person? Do they think I changed my mind in the .6 seconds that I was left by myself? I'm capable of going up to some one to tell them what I want.

Friends of mine who double as jerk sales people try to defend themselves and their kind by saying they need commission. Well, let me tell you something: No one wants to be verbally harassed while shopping. Trust me, I've been on both sides and I hated doing it as much as I hate getting it. Maybe I wouldn't hate them as much if, when I actually needed help, they wouldn't run from me like I'm infected. I can never seem to find someone when I really want to get something. And then I usually change my mind 'cause I know I shouldn't be buying that thing.

So, pretty much, it's all your fault, sales People.