In decorating a room, my adventures with Monty Pythonesque salesmen (I know I should say ‘salespersons’, but all the ones this week were indeed men) continue. Yesterday was the carpet store, or rather warehouse.
Salesman: Can I help you?
Me: No, thanks, just looking.
Salesman: (oblivious to brush off) What are you looking for?
Me: A natural fibre carpet, probably wool.
Salesman: You want polypropelene.
Me: No, I’m looking for wool. Which section are they in?
Salesman: All our polypropelene is natural.
Me: Natural polypropelene?
Salesman: Yes. It’s all natural.
Me: It’s for a kids’ room. I don’t want the emissions from artificial fibres.
Salesman: Ah, polypropelene’s better then. Wool emits a lot of noxious stuff.
Me: I don’t like artificial fibres. There’s the static electricity too.
Salesmen: Wool’s worse for static.
Me: (sarcastically) Is it really? OK, but I wanted wool.
Salesman: You’d be better with polypropelene.
Me: Do you actually sell wool carpets?
Salesman: Well, we’ve got some. But polypropelene’s better.
Me: Where are the wool carpets?
Salesman: We actually haven’t got that many here at the moment, because everyone prefers polypropelene.
Exit me, stage left. Ah, well. Today will be the lighting shop.