Missus goes to buy laptop convertible pad jobbie.
We do our homework and read reviews, yup they’re a bit of a halfway station but for faceflap, and a bit of browsing will be ok
Hit click and collect to arrive at store and BOOM, cross sell up sell must have been the only thing the tactless moroncould remember from the mornings target for today meeting
I was stood next to my clueless female target of a technological dimwit as he reeled off the reasons not to buy a 170 quid item but instead go for the surface pro
by the time I got involved and was ready to destroy him he had mentioned two returns that very day because the product was so poor and we would both be dissapointed.
Cue manager by which time I had loaded up their very own Web page extolling the virtues of how the atom processor smoothly runs windows and games were easily coped with on its high pixel count display, only I can’t return it if the thing is actually crappie because despite their website saying it’s awesome, the sales guy has said it’s useless.
Oh and manager bloke, well he has no knowledge of any returns but also declined the chance to examine if this was even remotely truthful.
So who’s talking shit here your sales guy or the website pc world?
I can see why they could possibly be the next casualty of the high street