I was in a large
pharmacy the other day, walking slowly, doing "the Parkinson's
shuffle". It's not hard to be caught by an over zealous female sales
assistant, who works on commission. I find it sometimes difficult to escape
their aggressive hard sale techniques without buying something I really didn't
need. All I wanted was a simple face cream for daytime. The lady began talking
with great enthusiasm, telling me she was good at her job and knew exactly what
I needed. Barely pausing for breath she prattled on trying to sell me an
expensive product, claiming it would remove lines and wrinkles, rejuvenate and
hydrate a mature woman's face, protect the skin from harmful UV rays, fading
sun spots and blemishes and take years off making me look younger with a
special anti-aging ingredient.
I politely let
her finish the well rehearsed sales pitch, but with little patience left and
standing there in pain, I told her I wasn't particularly bothered about looking
younger. I was more interested in getting through each day, and asked if the
face cream that appeared to do everything, also cured Parkinson's, because if
it did, I would take two please. Now be rest assured, a line like that will
bring any conversation abruptly to an end!
Finally I had
rendered her speechless, and for a few awkward seconds, silence reigned between
us. She looked me in the eyes, then glancing at the fancy packaged glass jar in
her hands, she quickly put it back on the shelf. Taking hold of my arm she
gently led me to the next aisle where all the less expensive familiar named
products filled the shelves. With a distinct change of tone in her voice, showing
genuine concern, making commission clearly no longer an issue, a caring and
empathetic woman emerged before me. Handing me a simple tube of face cream, she
told me the ingredients were more or less the same and the cream would do
nicely, costing a fraction of the price. She wished me well and told me I was
too young to have Parkinson's. "Your 50 years old, right?" she said
eyeing me closely hazarding a guess. Astonished she had guessed correctly I
replied "How did you know that?" Smiling warmly and with great
confidence she said "I told you I'm good at my job!".
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