It was a rainy day. Only a few people in the local bike shop picking up repaired bikes. I’d already done my research and just wanted to see the actual bikes.
Only nobody was really interested in selling one to me.
At least two clerks standing around doing nothing. No eye contact, no interest. The guy helping the person picking up the bike finally notices me. It’s been ten minutes now; I always like to wait and see how long it takes.
He says, “Somebody will help you shortly.” And “shortly” means three more minutes. Because standing around doing nothing is important work, you know.
The guy who finally comes over looks like he’s been asked to do some unpleasant task and he’s going to do it with the minimum effort possible. And he does. Doesn’t even pull bikes out of the rack. Doesn’t try to sell me a bike.
Did I mention that I already did most of my research? I was ready to buy. But hell will freeze over before I buy anything there. And it’s a pity. It’s a local, privately owned shop. Just the sort of place I’d like to do business. But apparently my money isn’t green enough.