Almost seven in the evening, not even a single sale transaction.
I was anxious and worried. Suddenly the little frogie door chime said: "Hello, welcome"
A middle-aged woman walked in with an elderly woman and a small girl. They carried some bags, mostly are food stuff. I could see there were at least 2 plastic bags contain styrofoam food boxes from Esquire Kitchen.
Woman: I want some perfume, nice ones. Price is not important.
Me: We have plenty. What types of scent do you like?Woman: I want for display only.
While she talked, she took out an old Dior miniature out from her bag and asked me to smell. I rejected politely. Yet she forced me into it, but I avoided. That made her became hostile.Woman: Why so scared? You think I will poison you ah? You smell, smell, smell....(She was very agitated)
I'd told her off politely. After a few rounds of testing and smelling, she decided on 3 little bottles of perfume. Well, they are the cheapest. She wanted branded perfume, but only willing to pay not more than RM20 each. Was doubtful she knew the price for the perfumes. Sigh....Then she continued to walk around the shop. As she walked passed the mirror, she asked if there were any skin care I may suggest to help lighten her pigmentation on her face. So I suggested some products. Before she could decide on the product, her mischievous daughter was playing the hair serum on the shelf. We could hear the glass bottle tapping with one another. And before I knew, she started lecturing her daughter. She cursed and yelled at the little girl.
I sighed when seeing such nasty situation, the elderly woman told me quitely they were exhausted because of the day shopping. And before I knew her lecture with the daughter finished, she was behind me. As I turned back, she stared at me fierecely.
I sighed when seeing such nasty situation, the elderly woman told me quitely they were exhausted because of the day shopping. And before I knew her lecture with the daughter finished, she was behind me. As I turned back, she stared at me fierecely.
Woman: Let me warn you. You don't cheat me. I am fierce, you know, I will whack you. You hear me? Now I want samples. I buy perfumes and I buy skin care, I buy so many things. I want samples.
Me: (Quiet)
Woman: Don't tell me no samples, I will whack you. Now give me samples!
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Goodness, what is happening here?
I realised the locals are very fond of using violence, and are very demanding. Are these the common cultures here? Anyway I know this place is notorious for gangster for all time. So, maybe she belongs to one of the local clans, who knows.
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