Really ‘Pushing’ Those Sales
My wife and I were shopping at our local grocery store, talking to each other, deciding on what kind of bread we wanted when we were interrupted by a sweaty, panting man in a polo.
Guy: “Hi, folks! Are you using your [Grocery Chain] rewards card today?”
Wife: “Yep!”
Guy: “Well, how would you like an even better card?”
He whips out a [grocery chain] credit card from a retractable sleeve on his belt and holds it like it’s a prize on Price is Right. He then, still panting, flies into a spiel about the benefits, limits, APR, and all the details that neither my wife nor I care to take in.
Guy: “So what do you say? Ready to sign up?”
Wife: “No thanks, we’re good.”
Guy: “Are you sure? I’ll do ten push ups if you do!”
Wife: “…no thank you.”
He dejectedly left, leaving us wondering if the last shoppers he cornered did make him do the push ups. We also stopped going to that store.
