De-Gue-Ding-Ding

Is the name of a song by a man who's name I have forgotten, as danced (?) to by Spymonkey at Miss Behave's Variety Night. Bit of trivia for ya there...

Anyway, what I really wanted to talk about today is salesmen. You see, today, my pappa and I went on a trip to PC World and purchased a lovely laptop for university. (Actually, what I really wanted to talk about is how lovely and shiny my new laptop is, but I think you might get quite annoyed if I spent a whole post doing that, so I won't. It is a shiny though.)

Yes, so, we toddled off, and spent a while looking at a couple of models I had written down in my hyper-organised list (that's not sarcasm, it really was organised. I can be very organised when I want to be, as Henry might vouch for.) Having found a couple, we chatted to an assisstant in an Intel I3/5/7 polo shirt, who predictably tried to persuade us to buy a model with a brand new processor, but despite this was actually quite helpful. He then went to see what they had in stock and came back with Justie.

Justie is, I must admit, an excellent salesman. He has all the patter, the confusion tactics, the extroverted personality, all of it. Unfortunately what he didn't have is prior warning that my dad has worked for IBM for almost 25 years, and therefore knows a great deal more than his average consumer. And is not prepared to pay for the 'extras'.

And there is nothing as deliciously satisfying as watching an over zealous salesman get beaten.

He started off, barrelling in, shaking hands, asking whether we wanted this better (read: more expensive model) or that. No thank you Justie, we like the ASUS. No, really, I don't want that Packard Bell.

Then he asked about software - anti-virus, tuning, professional setup. No thanks Justie. He was getting a little suspicious by now, and finally asked "But what if it all goes wrong?"

"I work for IBM, I'll fix it."

His face fell faster than the whale in The Hitchikers Guide to the Galaxy.

"Oh."

He then had to go away and find a neatly boxed computer for me to take home and quietly regain his composure.

I'm sure that if we had been anyone else it all would have worked out fine and they would have parted with plenty of extra monies. But sadly (for him) it was not to be.

And it really is very shiny.

The End