My husband and I are in the process of buying a house - we close in about a month. We’re very excited, and have a lot of plans for our new house. We also have several relatives who have offered to buy us various pieces of furniture, which is very generous of them. My grandfather has offered to buy us either a small table and chairs, or a mobile kitchen island/server for the bay window in our kitchen. So we’ve been looking around quite seriously at them. When we find one, we’ll go ahead and purchase it for delivery when we move in. He and I are also on the lookout for a dining room table to purchase on our own, as well as a new living room set. No, we’re not going to buy it all at once, but we’re trying to get ideas on what to get. We probably will purchase the dining room set within six months, and the living room set within nine or ten months.
So last night I had dropped some pictures off at the drugstore from our house inspection to have developed, and went to run some errands while that was being done. I ended up with a little time to kill, so I went into Ashley Furniture to look at kitchen tables.
Now, I’m 29 years old, but I fully admit that I look younger - probably around 23 or 24. However, I was nicely dressed, my hair was combed, I have a wedding ring on, and I don’t look like a bum. I expect I looked quite serious about the furniture I was looking at. But you know, even if I HADN’T been any of the above, I still deserved better treatment than I got.
No less than FIVE salespeople looked me dead in the eye, then ignored me and turned back to chat. Never mind that I stood within earshot of one, talking to another customer who was looking at the same kitchen table that I was, and said that we’d bought a house and were looking for several pieces of furniture. I’m pretty sure they were doing the same thing to her, as she mentioned being unable to get anyone to help her, either.
I did try to find a salesperson myself, but the one above walked off before I could get to him, and they all seemed to disappear when I wanted to talk to one about the table.
The piece de resistance was when a salesperson walked RIGHT BY ME as I tried to flag him down and went to help a couple who had JUST walked into the damn store. What the fuck? I’ll admit that I laughed when they left five minutes later without buying anything.
So, fuck you in the nostrils with a 40 oz beer bottle, Ashley Furniture. I really liked some of the pieces in your showroom, and I even liked the prices. But because not even ONE of your lazy-ass salespeople couldn’t be bothered to ask me if I needed help or STOP when I tried to get their attention, no way in HELL am I buying anything from your store. The sad thing is, I found a kitchen table, dining room set, and a living room set that both my husband and I would like - and he’s picky as hell, so your salespeople could have made some nice commissions from us if they weren’t too damn lazy to get off their asses and DO something.
I’m half-tempted to call the manager, but I’m not going back into the store, so it’d be pointless.
E.