Dear Kiosk People at the Mall,
I see you there.
Yep, I can see you.
If I want to talk to you about what you’re selling, I will approach you, much the way I approach a store that is selling something I’m interested in.
You don’t see salespeople popping their heads out of the Gap into the corridor of the mall, going “excuse me, excuse me ma’am! Ma’am! Ma’am! Can I ask you about khakis and white shirts?” Feverishly keeping in step with me as I pass by their store.
Guess what? If you’re asking me if you can ask me a question, it sounds like you just did. So please kindly let me go about my business of stimulating the economy by buying Christmas gifts for my friends and loved ones that they will actually like and use.
Next time I feel like I could use some healing by using minerals from the Dead Sea, you are the first person I’ll call.
Or, if you’re going to ask me a quick question, I’d like it to be:
Excuse me, ma’am, how can I make my hair as shiny as yours?
Excuse me, ma’am, are you a professional model?
Excuse me, ma’am, would you please take this $10k off my hands?
Those are your options. Choose wisely…
Regards,
Holly
