OK...side-out to the custy team:
Ladies: If you're gonna roll up on us and use the conversation-and-transition-to-dance-invitation gambit, PLEASE at least try to sell it. Nothing is worse than having our bar space occupied by a dancer who would rather be somewhere else doing something besides this and not even half-trying to hide it. Actual experience:
Dancer sits down beside me without asking or invitation and, while puffing away, never so much as glances at me and asks vacantly, "Hi there, how's your night goin' so far?"
Looking at the side of her face as she stares into some far corner of the room I reply, "Not bad...I stopped by my Vet's office on the way here and pigged-out on some discarded dog embryos out back in the dumpster."
"Oh yeah?....cool.", she replied, still not having looked at me at all. "Wanna' go play with me?"
My time is limited too. In spite of your right to do so, don't treat me like I'm SO desperate that I'll accept your minimalist effort as sufficient inducement to buy.



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