I am not a supersalesman...

Time marches on...and i get more irritable with people as it flies. I ask other people in business if people are getting more difficult, or is it just old age crfeeping up on me that makes my blood boil with seemingly little fire. But the consenses of other business people agree, that people are more difficult lately. The bitch and moan more about imperfections...make sounds of annoyhance, or look up at the ceiling when I give them a prices, as if I asked a milliondollars for a pair of socks. Yesterday, four women entered the store. Their body language told me they just came from "doing lunch", rather than four ladies going shopping. 4 ladies entering at the same time never buy anything..They are usually what I call THE INSPECTORS. The touch and examine and dicuss the entire store...ask prices....and react with vacant stares. One of these four ladies doing lunch asked me if we have anyh butter moulds.. We found two. They are very rare wooden gadgets from about 1850, with designs carved into them which gives ordinary butter, an artistic flair when pressed into them. One was for a cup of butter.....and the other for individual pieces. The first stupid question was abot the one with a flower carved into it...ISNT this a very COMMON ONE? I said, politely (while wanting to hit her in the head with a baseball bat) no, butter moulds are not common....any of them they arealmost 150 years old...and rarely find them anymore... Then I forgot my own pricing and told her they were 45 a pice...which the right price cold have been 75 to 150 each... She made one of those "you are ripping me off looks" and said that is high...." Really, said I....and where did you price the last one...and when" She couldnt answer it..but said..."Oh, I dont know, its not for me, its for a freind who collects themn" I will tell her...
Well, here is what we have what I like to call another "EXPERT" She knows nothing at all about the item, it wasnt for her, but she knows the price was too high and they were common" I blame the figgen MEDIA, who tells people how to shop, how to negotiate,how tobargain, and how to annoy everyone. I really think I shold write to each newscaster....and then to their station and to their station executive...that they are getting paid for to much, and should renegotiate their salalry.....as they say in polite society.....(inlcuding the concept that the MEDIA tries to scare people about the economy, terrorism et) Please shit the phuck up.
Also in the theme of people being awful...we have the next group that purposely look for dings, dents, scratchs and any imprfection, soon to be bringing in an electron microscope to analyze damage on the cellular level. The 15,000 dollar American Dining room set that has beenreduced to 3500......becuase there is a color varient in the huge break front and the table and chairs... its the same company but a but darker..which was chosen by the people...yesterday this sour puss lady was complaining about it..althoght condition is MINT....I said...that is why we are practically giving the set away just for the price of the chairs.. She squinched up her nose..as if she was sucking on a lemon.. Most unpleasant person.... and so it goes...they look for things to kvetch about....reminds me oa people who look for hairs in their sandwhich, so they can get a free lunch.
This week, sales have been very down...and complaints very high....Dont these morons knwo this is an antique store....we are estate liquidators...this stuff isnt NEW.....its used that is why they get such bargains.... Occasionally when the complaints supercede myh patience...I say things like, WHen you get this old..your ass will be cracked too...oh..wait a minute....it already is... and I smile or giggle and make believe I am only being silly...while I hide a small nuclear deive that I would stick in their butt and blow them into smitherines.....
Last night I went home to Wayne. The carpet people only installed the carpet at the top of the stairs,,,,but not the stairs. They wre fashionably late, and must come back on Tuesday.....but they did do a good job....We brought over a truck load of furniture that I picked out to furnish it....The boys and I sort of decorated it in our minds...not sure how it would look. By the time we left..the room looked like something out of archtectual digest... the month of work cleaning, washing, painting finallyh paid off..with the happiness of having such a warm and cozy room...filled with Stickley and mission furniutre, mixed with other simple, but gorgeous furniture, paintings and pottery...and lighting... I will get photos and post them....I thanks the boys not only for their physcial help, but for their support in my project of redoing the entire house, and their helping decorate...They really have learned a lot about antiques and interior design.....They were proud as well...
Lets get back to the MEDIA and things that are important...I am so relieved that the 13 year old English boy isnt the Father of the baby...The media really blew up that story....WOW, I can sleep nights now, knwing he isnt the DAD....The only good part about that story is the MOMMY is now brought to light as a slut...not some innocent little girl, playing with underdelveloped 13 year old pee pees.
And the OCTO MOM, Miss Fat Lips is taking more of her brood home...I am so tired of that psychotic slut...arent you. WHO CARES... but who PAYS?? I think the STATE should make the idiot DR pay to support those kids..in a way..isnt he responsible for their birth..so he is the DAD....make that idiot pay....or loose his license.What was he thinking...letting his mental case have 14 children.? The news looks for stories that have shock value and no merrit. Last night, I read on AOL they fond a missing lady, under a pile of garbage in her own attic... after 7 years. Now a few questions come to mind. Who paid the electric bill, heat or taxes on that house for 7 years...and how good of a police force does that town have, they couldnt find a body in a house.... I am sure there should have been some tell tale smells..to give them a clue.....can you image seven years......?