Kimmyt
Ski Diva Extraordinaire
Sigh. I'm still mad. Shaking, actually. I have not, in awhile, been this angry.
I can honestly say, this is the first time I have truly, truly, understood where many women get their frustration from dealing with gear shop employees/salesmen.
Here is my tale of Woe, and what I (sorta) did about it.
Today I was on my way home from work when I passed the local ski shop. I have had a fairly good relationship with this shop, I usually get my tuning done there, and last year had a very nice experience getting custom footbeds and my old boots tweaked by the shop owner, an older gentleman. The other day I had gotten a flyer in the mail for a big pre-season sale they have going on, so I decided to stop in for a looksee. I am thinking about buying new boots this season, since I never felt the last season's boots were quite right for me (I'm also thinking of buying new skis, but this shop doesn't sell alot of skis, so I would probably just buy my boots there).
So I walk into the store and pass the skis on the way back to the boots. I take a look to see what they have this season, and am not impressed. They have a few Roxy skis (wtf? they sell skis now?) and one Nordica ski, then some Volkls. Big whoop. I'm looking at the sticks, when one of the two salesmen that is lounging in the back by the boots says, "What color are you looking for?"
I look up in surprise. Is he speaking to me? I look at him in confusion for a minute, before it hits me. I start to shake, and essentially shut down. This is what happens to me when I get angry. I can't think. I just look back at the skis. The other salesman asks if I need some help, and I turn on my heel and reply No, angrily, as I leave the store.
I get out to my car and am shaking. I am standing there, angry, at that salesman for disrespecting me so much. Would he ever consider asking a male that question? Would he even consider asking a male child that question? The answer I feel is a resounding No. I'm also angry at myself. Why didn't I say something? Why did I just leave?
A friend of mine the other night had said she refused to shop at this place because she was mistreated, but I had never had a bad experience. I stood out at my car awhile, fuming, when I realized, I was angrier at myself than at the salesman. I wanted to go back inside. Wanted to yell, pitch a fit. I wanted to be witty and put him in his place. I knew I'm not eloquent enough for that, plus I was angry, and I'm never at my best when I'm angry.
But dammit I wanted to look at boots, and I wasn't going to let that jackass stop me. Nor was I going to let him get away with treating me like an imbecile.
So I took a deep breath, and went back inside.
I went straight to the back where he was now standing at the shop counter and said to him, "Did you ask me what color I wanted?" in an angry tone of voice.
He replied, "I did. I'm sorry, it was a joke."
I'm used to this 'it was a joke' response. Men use it alot (yes, even my dear one uses it, and it gets me just as riled up). They use it because they really were serious, but they really didn't think about how whatever they said could be insulting and degrading. They use it as a defense, as a way to deflect righteous anger. They use it as a scapegoat. Oh, she won't be angry at me once she realizes its just a joke, then if she still is mad, its because she doesn't have a sense of humor, and not because I'm an ape.
I responded to him in a flat tone of voice, "Well, it wasn't funny." And I went to look at the boots.
His friend asked me again if I needed help.
I explained in a loud (and ANGRY) voice that I was interested in seeing what they had, to see if I'd be interested in making a purchase. To let them know that their treatment of me could very well affect my decision to make said purchase. Being clear to emphasize that I would be making a decision, that I knew enough to make a decision on gear to not be affected by color (really, has anything ever made you so angry as to have someone assume that you base your decisions on your GEAR on solely color?).
So the other guy, the less obnoxious one, came over and started talking to me about boots, asking me what/where I skiied.
Everywhere. East and west. All terrain, no racing. I'm interested in getting more proficient at moguls this year and am looking at getting a higher level boot, as mine is purely recreational, and at some point I'd be getting better skis too.
He begins to have a civilized conversation with me, but I am scattered, still flustered from the other employee, who has since disappeared into the back room (maybe I scared him?).
I left and I felt a bit better. I did not say much, I know, barely anything. I'm certain I didn't put him in his place as I had hoped to, but I am proud of myself for at least standing up to him and making him realize (or hopefully realize) that he was in the wrong.
I will still probably buy my boots there (but not from him), but I have decided to let whoever helps me with my boots the next time I am there, know how I was treated. I made sure to inform his friend that I had spent alot of money in his shop previously, getting my footbeds and such.
I never really thought I'd get completely put down by a gear shop. I've always had experiences where people have seemed snide, but they never actually put me down to my face, so I was rather shocked that it happened to me. But maybe if it happens to us, we don't have to just walk away and swear not to shop there, maybe if we stand up a bit, they'll realize that they can't treat people like that.
And if all else fails and the next time I go in I'm still treated disrespectfully, I will hightail it out and buy my goods elsewhere, even if I have to drive 100 miles to do so. Hopefully I'll have the ovaries to tell them that their service has caused them to lose a loyal customer (and one who spends lots of $ on gear, too!)
K.
I can honestly say, this is the first time I have truly, truly, understood where many women get their frustration from dealing with gear shop employees/salesmen.
Here is my tale of Woe, and what I (sorta) did about it.
Today I was on my way home from work when I passed the local ski shop. I have had a fairly good relationship with this shop, I usually get my tuning done there, and last year had a very nice experience getting custom footbeds and my old boots tweaked by the shop owner, an older gentleman. The other day I had gotten a flyer in the mail for a big pre-season sale they have going on, so I decided to stop in for a looksee. I am thinking about buying new boots this season, since I never felt the last season's boots were quite right for me (I'm also thinking of buying new skis, but this shop doesn't sell alot of skis, so I would probably just buy my boots there).
So I walk into the store and pass the skis on the way back to the boots. I take a look to see what they have this season, and am not impressed. They have a few Roxy skis (wtf? they sell skis now?) and one Nordica ski, then some Volkls. Big whoop. I'm looking at the sticks, when one of the two salesmen that is lounging in the back by the boots says, "What color are you looking for?"
I look up in surprise. Is he speaking to me? I look at him in confusion for a minute, before it hits me. I start to shake, and essentially shut down. This is what happens to me when I get angry. I can't think. I just look back at the skis. The other salesman asks if I need some help, and I turn on my heel and reply No, angrily, as I leave the store.
I get out to my car and am shaking. I am standing there, angry, at that salesman for disrespecting me so much. Would he ever consider asking a male that question? Would he even consider asking a male child that question? The answer I feel is a resounding No. I'm also angry at myself. Why didn't I say something? Why did I just leave?
A friend of mine the other night had said she refused to shop at this place because she was mistreated, but I had never had a bad experience. I stood out at my car awhile, fuming, when I realized, I was angrier at myself than at the salesman. I wanted to go back inside. Wanted to yell, pitch a fit. I wanted to be witty and put him in his place. I knew I'm not eloquent enough for that, plus I was angry, and I'm never at my best when I'm angry.
But dammit I wanted to look at boots, and I wasn't going to let that jackass stop me. Nor was I going to let him get away with treating me like an imbecile.
So I took a deep breath, and went back inside.
I went straight to the back where he was now standing at the shop counter and said to him, "Did you ask me what color I wanted?" in an angry tone of voice.
He replied, "I did. I'm sorry, it was a joke."
I'm used to this 'it was a joke' response. Men use it alot (yes, even my dear one uses it, and it gets me just as riled up). They use it because they really were serious, but they really didn't think about how whatever they said could be insulting and degrading. They use it as a defense, as a way to deflect righteous anger. They use it as a scapegoat. Oh, she won't be angry at me once she realizes its just a joke, then if she still is mad, its because she doesn't have a sense of humor, and not because I'm an ape.
I responded to him in a flat tone of voice, "Well, it wasn't funny." And I went to look at the boots.
His friend asked me again if I needed help.
I explained in a loud (and ANGRY) voice that I was interested in seeing what they had, to see if I'd be interested in making a purchase. To let them know that their treatment of me could very well affect my decision to make said purchase. Being clear to emphasize that I would be making a decision, that I knew enough to make a decision on gear to not be affected by color (really, has anything ever made you so angry as to have someone assume that you base your decisions on your GEAR on solely color?).
So the other guy, the less obnoxious one, came over and started talking to me about boots, asking me what/where I skiied.
Everywhere. East and west. All terrain, no racing. I'm interested in getting more proficient at moguls this year and am looking at getting a higher level boot, as mine is purely recreational, and at some point I'd be getting better skis too.
He begins to have a civilized conversation with me, but I am scattered, still flustered from the other employee, who has since disappeared into the back room (maybe I scared him?).
I left and I felt a bit better. I did not say much, I know, barely anything. I'm certain I didn't put him in his place as I had hoped to, but I am proud of myself for at least standing up to him and making him realize (or hopefully realize) that he was in the wrong.
I will still probably buy my boots there (but not from him), but I have decided to let whoever helps me with my boots the next time I am there, know how I was treated. I made sure to inform his friend that I had spent alot of money in his shop previously, getting my footbeds and such.
I never really thought I'd get completely put down by a gear shop. I've always had experiences where people have seemed snide, but they never actually put me down to my face, so I was rather shocked that it happened to me. But maybe if it happens to us, we don't have to just walk away and swear not to shop there, maybe if we stand up a bit, they'll realize that they can't treat people like that.
And if all else fails and the next time I go in I'm still treated disrespectfully, I will hightail it out and buy my goods elsewhere, even if I have to drive 100 miles to do so. Hopefully I'll have the ovaries to tell them that their service has caused them to lose a loyal customer (and one who spends lots of $ on gear, too!)
K.
So why must I be stuck with that hideous combination with my ski gears IF only I have any choice?


and he won't be messing with you anymore. Plus given what you've just put him through, he'll think twice about approaching another woman skier like this again. 
