Per the discussion in Princess Cast 2 about comic guys being generally elitist about dealing with women...
Let's be fair. Folks in retail deal with stupid people all day. As a result, they tend to be a little high-and-mighty from the start. Frankly, it's a better defense when customers are constantly trying to come at you on the offensive. The alternative gets you at least fired and more likely on an evening news story involving the liberal use of the word "rampage."
Comic store folk have all the same pressures, plus they're lifelong geeks. They've been abused by everyone on the other side of that door, but this side is their territory and they will not tolerate anyone stomping on their fortress of solitude. As a result, they tend to be high-and-mighty with anyone they don't know that approaches them on even ground, much less on the offensive. Females, who enter carrying the baggage of having their tits looked at all day (sorry, I love 'em), are extra sensitive when they get treated the way everyone does, much less when they get treated in relation to the eye-batting, toe-digging, help-me-i'm-oh-so-frail chickie that came through 10 minutes before.
I'm not saying the store guys are right, I'm just saying that if you've ever worked in a customer service position, you know how your mood and temperament shift from customer to customer. Consider the baggage, enter the cage with an air of being glad for every minute the lion lets you live, maybe do that shoulder squeeze thing that accents cleavage (sorry, I really do love 'em), and know that you'll have even status on the second visit.
Seriously, it works for me. Thatcher loves my milkshake.
Yellow Springs...I once had starry eyes for a girl in Yellow Springs...does Dave Chappelle ever go into SuperFly? I digress.
Puppydogs and rainbows,
Nerraux
Let's be fair. Folks in retail deal with stupid people all day. As a result, they tend to be a little high-and-mighty from the start. Frankly, it's a better defense when customers are constantly trying to come at you on the offensive. The alternative gets you at least fired and more likely on an evening news story involving the liberal use of the word "rampage."
Comic store folk have all the same pressures, plus they're lifelong geeks. They've been abused by everyone on the other side of that door, but this side is their territory and they will not tolerate anyone stomping on their fortress of solitude. As a result, they tend to be high-and-mighty with anyone they don't know that approaches them on even ground, much less on the offensive. Females, who enter carrying the baggage of having their tits looked at all day (sorry, I love 'em), are extra sensitive when they get treated the way everyone does, much less when they get treated in relation to the eye-batting, toe-digging, help-me-i'm-oh-so-frail chickie that came through 10 minutes before.
I'm not saying the store guys are right, I'm just saying that if you've ever worked in a customer service position, you know how your mood and temperament shift from customer to customer. Consider the baggage, enter the cage with an air of being glad for every minute the lion lets you live, maybe do that shoulder squeeze thing that accents cleavage (sorry, I really do love 'em), and know that you'll have even status on the second visit.
Seriously, it works for me. Thatcher loves my milkshake.
Yellow Springs...I once had starry eyes for a girl in Yellow Springs...does Dave Chappelle ever go into SuperFly? I digress.
Puppydogs and rainbows,
Nerraux