I went to Megamall today. And more often than not, when you're in Megamall, you bump into those sales people who step unto your path to pester you to try their new product/ avail of their new promo/ sign up for a chance to win a huge cash prize, etc.

When we see these sales people, we usually a) walk faster, b) shake our head, telling them "no", c) wave our heads as if to say 'no thanks' or d) just plain ignore them.

As I was passing this section where these sales people were sectioned, I knew that it was coming. A guy fell into step with me and said, "Ma'am, wag kayo magagalit ha? May credit card kayo?" Without looking at him, I said, "Meron, pero di ko ginagamit," while walking faster. Then he thrusts 3 movie passes in front of my face. "Ma'am, free movie passes!" And then, I said, "Di ako nanonood dito." He replies, "Okay lang, Ma'am! Bigay niyo na lang sa iba!" I grab the movie passes and walk away fast. He calls me, "Ma'am! Sandali, pa- receive!" asking me to sign a receiving form stating that I accepted the movie passes. Hmmm, a marketing database generating scheme. I'm not giving any information away and have them bombard me with useless emails and letters! So I turned around and he calls me again, "Ma'am, pa-receive!" And then I tell him that nope, he goes to me. After all, he did need something from me. And then he says, "Ma'am! Bawal kami diyan! Huhuliin kami ng guard!" And again, I insisted that he comes to me. He said again, "Ma'am! Bawal po kami diyan! May guard!" He said it in a nice yet purely gay fashion, stamping his foot while pointing to the guard far away. In retrospect, I found it cute and amusing. I also couldn't believe that they couldn't go any further than that point. It was as if there was an invisible fence in that area that they couldn't cross.

To end it, I just marched back up to him and gave him back the passes and as I went back to him, I gave him a pissed off look, a death stare. When I gave it back to him, he repeated, "Di kami pwede diyan, ganda!" And I walked away. But the moment I did walk away, in my very business attire- y look of mini skirt, button downed polo and semi- trench coat (which was the same length as my mini skirt), high heels and multi- stranded pearl necklace that made me look like a high powered bitch, I felt awful. I felt terrible about the way I acted. Because I knew how hard his job was and I gave him an even harder time about it. I know people like him get it a lot and they're probably used to it but that doesn't give me a reason to act the same way.

I. Was. A. Total. Bitch.

I wanna go back to Megamall and apologize. In the mean time, whoever you are, I'm sorry.