My youngest son and I went to H&H this evening to buy a new reloading press.
We arrived about 7pm and went straight back to the reloading counter.
The Reloading guy was talking with a gentleman so we played around with some of the press displays while waiting. They were talking about military days so we waited patiently.
After 10 minutes, I began pacing and sort of staring at the salesman, still waiting. We moved up to stand at the end of the sales counter, still waiting. After another 5 minutes, we decided to wander over to look at the holsters, hoping they would end their conversation in the meantime.
We wandered around for another 5 minutes or so and went back to the counter and they were still talking, but another gentleman had joined in and they had switched topics to motorcycling.
I stood there for another 10 minutes, staring at the salesman, and he never acknowledged I was even there.
I'd finally worked myself to a sufficient boil and went and found Big John down at the gun sales desk. i asked him for help and explained waiting for half an hour to buy a press.
He walked me straight down and pulled the press and extras for me. I was more than a little angry at this point so I wasn't exactly nice, even though Big John had helped me straight away. I argued about a couple of things with him while the original salesman finished his BS'ing and wandered down to the range counter.
I bought the press and parts and John carried them out to my car for me. I thanked him for his help.
I want to apologize to John for being so short about a few things; I was pissed about the prior lack of service. John helped me out, great guy.
My HUGE, SEVERE problem with the whole thing was the other salesman. He KNEW I was standing there waiting for him and he never said a freaking word to me. He was more interested in talking military airplanes and motorcycles than helping me or asking if he could, AT THE VERY LEAST, call and get me some help.
Anyway, I got a new press, but I'm too asswhipped to put it together tonight and set it up.
Ok, I'm done ranting. Sorry. John, you're the man. Other guy, you're not.
We arrived about 7pm and went straight back to the reloading counter.
The Reloading guy was talking with a gentleman so we played around with some of the press displays while waiting. They were talking about military days so we waited patiently.
After 10 minutes, I began pacing and sort of staring at the salesman, still waiting. We moved up to stand at the end of the sales counter, still waiting. After another 5 minutes, we decided to wander over to look at the holsters, hoping they would end their conversation in the meantime.
We wandered around for another 5 minutes or so and went back to the counter and they were still talking, but another gentleman had joined in and they had switched topics to motorcycling.
I stood there for another 10 minutes, staring at the salesman, and he never acknowledged I was even there.
I'd finally worked myself to a sufficient boil and went and found Big John down at the gun sales desk. i asked him for help and explained waiting for half an hour to buy a press.
He walked me straight down and pulled the press and extras for me. I was more than a little angry at this point so I wasn't exactly nice, even though Big John had helped me straight away. I argued about a couple of things with him while the original salesman finished his BS'ing and wandered down to the range counter.
I bought the press and parts and John carried them out to my car for me. I thanked him for his help.
I want to apologize to John for being so short about a few things; I was pissed about the prior lack of service. John helped me out, great guy.
My HUGE, SEVERE problem with the whole thing was the other salesman. He KNEW I was standing there waiting for him and he never said a freaking word to me. He was more interested in talking military airplanes and motorcycles than helping me or asking if he could, AT THE VERY LEAST, call and get me some help.
Anyway, I got a new press, but I'm too asswhipped to put it together tonight and set it up.
Ok, I'm done ranting. Sorry. John, you're the man. Other guy, you're not.