The supermarket where I shop has changed its policy on
instore promotional announcements. They used to be done by Rose who works on
the kiosk at the front of the store, but now they have a recording made by an
actor. It’s bloody irritating, so I went and complained.
I explained that I found it vacuous. I told them how
annoying it was to have my ears assaulted by a trained, actorish voice with its
rampant tendency to contrived over-inflection. I said I found it patronising at
best to be subjected to tosh that was transparently coached in a futile attempt
to evoke in me a desire to buy stuff I hadn’t realised I wanted. I offered the
opinion that such an inane ploy on the part of Sainsbury’s marketing trolls to
influence my buying habits was objectionable.
‘I want Rose back,’ I concluded. ‘Rose is real.’
‘It gets on our nerves, too,’ said the woman on the
receiving end, ‘but there’s nothing we can do about it.’
That’s what they always say.
2 comments:
Good for you, Jeff...The market for me is already an obnoxious venture at times that I'd rather have a real person rather than some automatic irritating voice. Maybe you should chain yourself to a shopping cart until Rose gets back?
Rose never left, Wendy. She just doesn't do the announcements any more.
And if truth were known, I quite like complaining in the supermarket, so I suppose I should be grateful to have something to complain about. At least that way I can leave when I'm done. If I chained myself to a shopping cart, I would have to wait for something to happen, and I would get impatient.
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