Oh, Stop Complaining!
July 18th 2011 21:00
I’m getting really fed up with people who come to Borders to only complain about them.
This has happened three times in a row.
While I was enjoying my last visits to the last Borders in Sydney and was taking advantage of their closing down sale, I often heard people whingeing about them while I was browsing.
For example, on the first week of their sale, when books were twenty per cent off, I heard a man say, “They’re too expensive, even at twenty per cent off.” Fair enough.
But a week later, I heard someone else complaining. “It’s the same stuff over and over again. They don’t have what I’m looking for,” I heard a woman say while I was browsing through the self-help section. By now, books were thirty per cent off. I felt like saying, der! They’re having a closing down sale. Of course a lot of the good stuff has already gone.
On my next visit, I heard some major whingeing. “They’re even selling their book shelves. They must be desperate. What’s next? The light bulbs?” asked a man.
I then heard some old ladies complaining. “At these prices, we may as well go to a library.” The women walked passed me and one of them almost tripped over my shopping basket, even though I had placed it near my feet as to not block the aisle. I saw her looking at me while she complained to her friend about my basket. She reminded me of someone I once knew who, as my psychologist friend put it, “expects the whole world to change for her.” I felt like telling the old woman to look where she was going. As for her comment about these prices, by that stage, Borders were having forty per cent markdowns. I used the opportunity to buy a – you guess it – expensive cat book.
“If Borders had customers like you, they would never have gone bust,” said Fred.
“I’m sick of all these people who come to Borders and complain about them,” I said to Fred. “If you don’t like Borders, don’t go there.”
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