How best to not sell your product!

I see little in life that makes me do a 'double take', very little shocks me and even less offends me but just occasionally something happens that leaves me completely amazed!

Today was a 'day job' day and on arriving it was immediately apparent that my employer seems to have begun renting space to an 'out of house' company for advertising. In the foyer was a stand, you know the type, a sales person and a badly constructed advertising hoarding, where as you make your escape from retail hell you will be accosted by said sales person in their over zealous endeavors to sell you some item you don't want. A conservatory, double glazing, AA membership, whatever.....enough said you know the kind!

So as the day progressed the stand remained empty and was variously mutilated and investigated by small uncontrolled children until around mid morning when the allocated salesperson duly arrived.

I promise you, I tried my damnedest to retract my claws before writing this post but it was to no avail.... it is just not possible to describe this 'lady', and I use the word extremely loosely here, with claws retracted!

Not the dapper suited gent or reasonably turned out woman one expects was our fate but instead an individual who at kindest I will describe as 'interesting'.

This lady was indeed clad in a black suit, though the skirt was barely more than a belt and the blouse underneath barely concealed anything at all, she had coupled this ensemble with a pair of the highest stiletto shoes one could imagine, she sported long straight peroxide white hair and a blood red lipstick that was masterfully applied to give the impression she had lips of the 'sexy pout or heavily botox'd type rather than just a normal, run of the mill mouth. At first glance she could have been 25 years old....closer inspection made her probably in her very late fifties, with skin that has obviously seen a little too much UV over the years and teeth you don't want to have described!

That was that I thought, myself and a colleague had a little 'claws out snigger' and got on with our day.

Things got worse...a lot worse.

Lunch time arrived and I made my way to a food store opposite to gather vitals and a newspaper. On my way back I noticed the aforementioned delightful 'babe' lounging against the store front smoking and looking for all the world like it was not AA membership or a conservatory she was selling but something rather more questionable. No chance it seemed that she might consider her employers reputation, or ours for that matter and take her merry little self off round a corner then! Lounging began to bore her and she tottered around on her heels in that manner women do who can't walk in the chosen footwear, with her rear suck out at an odd angle and her heels dragging!

She struck up a short conversation with a passer-by, fag hanging elegantly in gob and blowing smoke over her unsuspecting victim and then, and this is where I did the double take, as her conversation ended she tottered towards a rubbish bin, all heels and lipstick. My thought here she was that she going to attempt a little arson and throw her cigarette into it but no...... it was worse. This 'lady,' directly in front of the store and in full view of umpteen lunch time shoppers, spat. I won't regale you with the details but I mean really spat, this was an effort that a time served miner with 30 years of coal dust in his lungs would be proud of, and she treated us to this not just once but twice..........nice!!!!

Come on, I know that her job doesn't attract an enviable salary but surely the company she is working for can do better than that little display in an effort to sell their product!