Sunday, 17 July 2011
Fun at a Garage
I was at a garage with my daughter in her car, grandchildren in the back and we were waiting for the credit card to be processed. Up came a smiling young man, smartly dressed in black and white striped shirt, black pants: at first he intrigued us by simply saying that he felt we should be on the cover of You Magazine (local rag) as we depicted such a happy picture. Laughing, we asked what he was selling but we first had to listen to his sales pitch, which was to ask us whether we were day or night people, and he either case he had just the thing for us both. This turned out to be a 'leather' wallet with different eye shadow palettes, not for sale yet in South Africa, but we could find the product in shops from next year. Unfortunately, he asked us to guess the price: I am totally the wrong person to try to sell cosmetics to - I just take the cheapest off the shelf at the supermarket, usually No Name. So I said I thought 40 dollars (R300) would be about the right price. His face was a picture - he briefly lost his composure, then recovered himself enough to tell us that the retail price would be 255 dollars but we would be able to obtain a special half-price offer through him. I'm afraid we fell about laughing - enough to cause him to give up his quest and return good-naturedly to his station in front of the doors of the garage Quickshop. Before he was out of earshot, I shouted after him that he was wasted in his current career and should be on the stage. He had spent 15 minutes on us with undiminished efforts despite our reactions. I wanted to tell him that people who drive expensive-looking cars, don't spend money on things like make-up. I don't think he'd believe me though.