This Week in Hating
How to deal with "Kiosk Accosters" and avoid the shopping maul
I know exactly when I’ve been spotted.
I can feel the eyes sizing me up and in …3…2…1. Here comes the plastic smile and the pitch.
“M’am, have you tried this sea salt scrub? It will change your skin, your life.”
In a flash I’ve been a victim of "Kiosk Accostment," the uncomfortable and downright irritating practice of kiosk salespeople who insist upon interrupting an otherwise pleasant mall experience with guerilla tactics.
“No thank you,” I say brightly and keep on moving.
In a flash, the Kiosk Accoster is in front of me, blocking my path.
“But this is authentic, made with sea salts from the actual sea. And it’s salty. Here, let me give you some,” the K.A. says while attempting to grab my hand and smear it on.
And that’s when my manners and social graces start to teeter. That’s when I want to say something like this: “No, I DON’T want to try your salt scrub, nor do I want to smell a headache-inducing exotic oil. I have no interest in a mineral makeup makeover, getting my hair straightened and I will NEVER sit in the middle of a mall and get any body part threaded. NEVER. I will also never want a massage or teeth bleaching. In. The. Middle. Of. The. Mall.”
In this scenario, after I’ve made a bit of a fuss, other equally irritated shoppers begin cheering as the choral group from Glee sings "Don’t Stop Believing."
I spin around on my heels, give my hair a good flip and victoriously walk through the mall, never to be bothered by a Kiosk Accoster again.
That scenario takes place in my dreams. In reality, I put on my own fake smile and say, “Not today, thanks,” and keep walking.
And here’s the thing. As a writer, I know what it’s like to approach total strangers and engage them in conversation. I do it routinely for work and I know that most people assume you want something from them. I realize there are situations when, quite frankly, a person doesn’t want to comment or have time to be a part of a story and I respect that.
Like me, these Kiosk Accosters are trying to earn a living, but "No" means "No," people. If I actually do want what you’re selling, I will catch your eye. I will approach your booth. I will ask you questions.
Now, where’s that roasted nut kiosk? Something smells good.