Fossil Store

Holy crap. If you can make it in this store longer than 30 seconds without a pudgy guy with a saddlebag harassing you about buying a watch, consider me amazed. This guy, and really most of the other employees in this store, put car salesmen to shame. The various lines of defenses he fearlessly plows through:
Tactic 1:
The «I’m Just Looking»
Response: «What are you looking for? A watch? Maybe some sunglasses?»
(The store is 100 square feet. I don’t need navigational shopping assistance)
Tactic 2:
The «I’ll let you know if I need anything»
Response: «Well maybe I can help now. What type of watch are you looking for? Metal? Sleek? Big? Digital?
(I’m looking for whatever watch will get you to STFU)
(To his credit, that would probably be met by an actual suggestion for a watch)
Tactic 3:
The «I’m no longer going to respond to your questions» aka the silent treatment
Response:
The guy literally stands 3 feet from you and just stares at you looking at watches, and the second you make a passing glance at one, starts harping off about the details on that watch.
Tactics yet to be tried: Punch to face; mace to eyes, doberman to genitals. (Updates later)
He is impervious to your attempts at refusing service. His rotund frame is built perfectly for deflecting your dismissals. He will not be stopped. And he is always there.
Seriously, it’s probably not his fault. Other workers in the store exhibit similar behavior, it’s just that they all have some amount of shame. Blame a store manager who’s beat it into his employees to sell sell sell until the customer walks out and heads to Macy’s.