It has always been the question that I have wondered about. If you do how did you establish contact with them? If you have, have you become friends or foes?
@BusyBeeBuzzBuzzBuzz wrote:
I, too, used to but it was many years ago. One was in my area and the other was actually in Southern California. (I am in Northern CA but used to shop Southern CA sometimes. That was when my health was much better and before I became partially disabled.) The local one turned out to be a nasty piece of work. I thought we had a mutual friend who was a company owner but that shopper kept badmouthing the owner and had almost nothing positive to say. She was supposedly a friend of another shopper (whom I did not really know) for a long time and she also made venomous comments about that friend. I stopped associating with the shopper because she was nasty and disloyal.
The southern CA shopper was much more complicated. She was funny, wicked smart, and a great shopper. We were friends for years and I even stayed at her house for a visit. Then, I increasingly got the feeling that she thought she was better than I was and she became domineering, condescending, and competitive. I did not need that kind of "friend" in my life. I still feel sad sometimes thinking back on when things were good and I considered her a good friend.
Same here. I don't even do shops with friends. My fiancee is the only person I even have told that I shop, and I let her come along on one shop, just one, because it was unavoidable (we were traveling together). She's my "Alfred." I haven't even told family.@Tarantado wrote:
I did once when I went to the Ardent trainings for their 2 major clients. Met a ton of my competition.
But beyond that, I'm a lone wolf and only really speak or talk to the schedules, PM's, etc., not the shoppers themselves.
@French Farmer wrote:
Said my French accent made him "interested".
Geez.
@Rousseau wrote:
@French Farmer wrote:
Said my French accent made him "interested".
Geez.
Your accent. Not that squishy thing between year ears and behind your nose? Not your integrity, passion, or empathy for others. Not even the insightful and amusing stories you told. Sad.