Because this is an art gallery, not some Priceline Pawn Shop, Pal.
Well, that's almost what I said.
A young Joisey man and his father came into the art gallery last Friday, my FIRST DAY, and started with the "negotiating" of our set prices. The guy warned me about his old man, and how I wouldn't want to deal with him. Yeah, yeah. Oh, the posing, the pushing, the pleasant insults! To the point where they insisted I call my boss because a measly 10% off wouldn't do it. She laughed at their "proposal" (yea, boss!) calling it an insult. I told them, they shook my hand and walked away. "I can't believe you'd send a customer away."
A few minutes later the younger one returned to say, "I'll see you Monday, see what you can do." Yeah, right. They are pawn shop dealers from Jersey down here for the 500 race, and were woiking hard to live up to the reputation of being tough guys.
Well, buh-bye. Say "Hi" to Hairboy when you get back home.
So, the son comes back in today at 5:00 p.m., my SECOND DAY at my new job, with the gallery full of folks. Heh. He's MINE now! But now, his posse of friends is with him, and so they begin. It was pretty bad, all the things they accused me of, of ploys and lies, which merely told me how they operate in their own business. Damn if I didn't hold his stare and dare him to call me a liar outright. Which I'm sure in his own warped world only convinced him of my duplicity.
He asked his friends about the art, they ragged on the price, didn't think it was worth that, blah, blah, give me a farookin' break but they were so over-the-top obvious in their game.
He started in, I'd had enough and I let him have it:
He: Joan, c'mon, how can you turn me away?Game. Set. Match. He gave me his credit card, and then proceeded to change the deal as I was ringing it up. That's when he really got the abuse he was craving. He backed down, I rang it up, and then he turned to his gang and said, "Man, you guys thought my old man was tough!"
Me: This is not a national franchise of Thomas Kincaid galleries, this is a stand-alone gallery and the prices are very reasonable. You may not like the price, but if you don't buy it here, you can't own it, or hang it on your wall, or enjoy seeing your guests' reactions to this lovely work. It's here, it's now, at this price, and if you don't buy it, you can never have it.
Not a bad badge of honor for a sweet Southern Belle to wear. Heh.
Messing with Joisey punks from South Amboy could have only been more fun if Erica were with me. In fact, I handled the situation by trying to imagine, WWED?
Update: okay, now I know what Erica would do! Check the comments. Heh.