I Hate The Mall

I hate the mall where I get my hair cut at. It isn't that it is an ugly or rundown mall. . .quite the opposite in fact. I hate the fact that along every aisle through the whole mall there are more cell phone retailers than necessary. That alone isn't enough to make me hate the mall. What I hate are the desperate sales people who harass me as I walk from one place to another. I was about 45 minutes early to get my haircut so I wandered to the Starbucks to get some coffee and do a little shopping. On the way I was called out to by three different salespeople. I did what I always do and politely said no thanks and kept moving. On my way back a particularly persistent salesperson hopped in front of me and said "Hey buddy, can I ask you a question?"
This was one of the people that I had already said no thanks to so I just curtly replied "No," and kept moving. Evidently that wasn't quite enough of a hint because he persisted by saying "Wait a sec, I just have a question for you,"
I had had enough at that point. I told him once politely, then again firmly. His chances were all used up. So I asked him "Do you not understand the meaning of the word no? I told you twice no and I'm not going to tell you again so back off,"
That did get his attention and he told me "Don't talk to me like I'm five," at which point I responded "Then don't act like you're five," and proceeded to walk away. It was gratifying to hear a woman pushing her baby stroller by start laughing at the jerk.
It takes a lot to make me lose my temper but once I do it usually isn't pretty.

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