Let all the all real shop attendants stand up

Am I the only one who has on several occasions felt like turning into a wrestler, sweeping some shop attendants off their feet letting them drop on their behinds then walk away like I own the world? I bet I am not the only one, at least not when I have experienced negativity from some attendants on several occasions.

If you haven't, maybe, just maybe you are among the movers and shakers in the country or better still, you dress like they do.

Try walking into some of these shops with your shoulders drooped looking like you have just cancelled your wedding and you will experience what I am talking about. In most cases, the attendants will just look at you and ignore you as if you are part of some air that has found its way into the shop through some opening.

Unfortunately, most of them are female, or am I the one who finds myself in female dominated shops? The other day, my friend and I walked into a shoe shop in the city centre to find all the attendants seated in a corner going through the day's paper; maybe it was a slow business day.

My problem, however, was not their thirst for whatever was in the paper but their decision to ignore us even after we beckoned that we needed some help. At the entrance was a huge sign that some shoes were on sale for 50 per cent off and we were more than ready to grab the offer.

For a minute or two, they argued about who would leave their juicy gossip to attend to us and finally, a young lady unwillingly dragged her feet towards us and came and stood in front of us just staring into space. She did not even bother to say a simple hi neither was she anywhere near smiling. You would be forgiven to think she was facing a potential co-wife!

Were it not for my friend, I would have unleashed my lethal side since I was hungry and we both know what hunger can drive one into. I decided to let my friend Maggy talk instead. Wrong move! Maggy is a very soft spoken person and her calm soprano has zero authority. She asked the attendant if the shoes I was holding were also on offer and the attendant simply sighed as if we had just wasted her time, said no and swung her stiff hips back to where the other attendants were as she mumbled something.

She woke up the demon in me and I quickly followed her, tapped her stiff hip with the shoe and asked if she was having a bad day. Remember I am not as soft spoken as Maggy, I talk like I am addressing stubborn voters at a political rally.

I must have caught all of them off-guard as they all of a sudden stopped reading the paper and glued their eyes on me. One of them was quick to jump in and ask if she could be of any help to me and I almost threw the shoe at her. I needed her help like last year!

What was so hard in asking me that question the moment I beckoned them to help me? Do these people take cactus juice for breakfast before they leave their homes or why exactly are some of them always bitter with life?

On the other hand, try walking into the same shops in high heels carrying a designer handbag, holding an iPhone in one hand and a handsome man in the other and they will hover around you like vultures almost holding your man's other hand.

Some of these attendants are annoyingly judgemental and one of these days I am sure they will get their match. I just hope I am present to witness how it will go down.