“Wow, you hair is so curly, may I straighten it?”, asks the guy with the dirty flat iron that’s been used on about 50 women.
“Ma’am, can I take a look at your nails for just one sec?”, asks the guy with the nail buffer and hand cream that’s supposed to work wonders.
“Hey, how about a new cell phone?”, asks the teenager who doesn’t look old enough to work to begin with, as he stands behind the cell phone booth.
“Mademoiselle, tu parle francais? Would you like to learn a 2nd language?”, asks the kid who sounds as if he practiced that small piece of French for the past few hours.
I’m sure I’m not the only person who’s had these same experiences at their local mall. The kiosk sales people are the ones I try to avoid like the plague. They are some of the most aggressive people I’ve come across during my shopping experiences. As I approach them, nowadays, I make sure NOT to make any eye contact, and walk as far away from their kiosk as I possibly can.
I fell prey to the “Can I Straighten Your Hair” kiosk man once. I had my normal curly-do going on and he did a sneak attack. Practically jumped from behind the kiosk and asked me to sit down. I think the only reason I did sit, was because he was quite handsome. I didn’t even bother to ask if the flat iron was clean. He looked that good. As he was combing through my hair to part it into sections, I was melting in my seat (I love when a man plays in my hair). After he straightened a few sections, he gave me the big ‘sale’ talk. I don’t know how many times I said no, but eventually I walked away with something that looked like an ’80’s duck-tail flowing down my back and an expensive ass flat-iron, which till this day I still use.
So you’d think after that first experience, I would be a little more alert when it comes to preventing any interaction with the kiosk sales people. Well, I thought the same thing too, until I came across the “hand cream & nail buffer that works magic” man. Once again, it was his looks that got me. He grabbed my hand, and pulled me towards his booth. He then started to massage my hand, and it actually didn’t feel too bad. He pulled out his magic buffer and buffed my nails. I had to agree that they looked a lot better, and didn’t even need a clear coat of acrylic. Forty-five dollars later, I had two sets of hand cream and two nail buffers.
I’m starting to realize the ploy of the kiosks. Get some handsome man to work kiosk, and lure the women to them with their accents and their looks. Instant sale! It may have happened twice, but it won’t happen a third time. I refuse to be lured into the kiosk matrix, anymore! That’s my word and I’m sticking to it, well, unless I can get my hands on a good Rosetta Stone deal!