The level of service differs here to home, in that people don't just sit around generally ignoring you and looking put out if you do indeed need help. It is however all the way on the other end of the scale, experienced to such full effect this afternoon that I am going to unleash a mini rage about it....

Firstly, upon entering the store expect to be greeted by one million 'shop cats'. So called because of their robotic need to bleat hello at you when you pass each one (and there generally are a lot). Pronounced, 'huuuullllooo' but in the manner of cat meow that becomes so unbelievably irritating that it makes you want to karate chop in fury.

Next, expect to be followed at such a level that you start to suspect that the tiny little Asian girl beside you must actually, in fact, be an international spy intent on constructing a detailed study on your shopping maneuvers.

Thirdly, should you decide to glance in interest at a product or perhaps sample the handfeel of the fabric, it is immediately whipped off the rail in a flurry of demonstration accompanied by a monologue about all of the available colour/sizes/accompanying items/discount offers etc

If you survive the journey to the till, you can expect for the assistant to want you to double check all the sizes of your purchases, offer you some sort of promotional credit option, and attempt to sell you some random nonsense you most definitely do not need for a reduced price.

Upon leaving, your eyes are so glazed over with desperation in searching for the exit that you just catch the flurry of shop cat 'bye bye' s (also meowed).

I KNOW that its all in the name of good service, but after a short survey of fellow shopping friends, I have to conclude that I am not alone in my dislike of shop cats, and their damage to ones shopping harmony!
What to do??

Tx