I heard our local mall got a new e-cig kiosk so I went down to check it out. Turned out to be a Smoke51 stand. Out of curiosity, I walked around it anyway. Of course the two employees came right up to me and started asking questions, but I politely stated I was just looking. Naturally, they wouldn't give up and when one of them asked me what I smoked, I whipped out my Silver Bullet. At the time, I was only running an 18650 w/LR atty, sure wished I had been set up for 6V!
The look on the guy's face was priceless. He asked me what it was and I explained that once a person got past the starter kit stage (here's where I motioned to his products) that they might want something a little more satisfying and long lasting... enter the mods. (I know, I know, but I did try the polite route first!
)
Either offended or convinced that he had the superior product (or both), he commenced with the standard sales pitch, ensuring me that each cartridge was equivalent to a pack of analogs, the lithium-ion battery lasts all day, blah, blah, etc. After some light-spirited banter, he turned on the more aggressive Car Salesman mode, explaining the technical details... nic levels, battery types, etc. I'm sure to most, this would have sounded like an impressive list of features and a sure reason to purchase. I just smiled and nodded.
When he came in for the close and offered for me to try one, I accepted. After trying three or four dead batteries, he found a good one, put a "sanitizer" (carto condom with a hole) on and offered it to me. I accepted, smiled, took a drag and let him know it had a fairly stiff draw. Handing him my Silver Bullet, I asked him to compare it to mine. He put the sanitizer on, I explained about the button and... he took his first real vape.
Now I'm not saying this guy was on drugs, but I'm pretty sure he heard an Angel choir singing and saw the mall light up with the glow of ten sunrises in fast motion. The look on his face said it all.
Without a word from him, his co-worker eagerly asked if she could try as well. I obliged and again, the clouds parted and the light shone down...
Needless to say, his Smoke51 was laid to rest
on the counter and was forgotten for the rest of our visit. Both he and his assistant proceeded to grill me on the mod, batteries, juice and cost. When I left, he had all the information written in his notebook and I'm pretty sure he'll end up buying one.
Puts a smile on my face every time I think about the day the kiosk salesman got sold!
The look on the guy's face was priceless. He asked me what it was and I explained that once a person got past the starter kit stage (here's where I motioned to his products) that they might want something a little more satisfying and long lasting... enter the mods. (I know, I know, but I did try the polite route first!
)Either offended or convinced that he had the superior product (or both), he commenced with the standard sales pitch, ensuring me that each cartridge was equivalent to a pack of analogs, the lithium-ion battery lasts all day, blah, blah, etc. After some light-spirited banter, he turned on the more aggressive Car Salesman mode, explaining the technical details... nic levels, battery types, etc. I'm sure to most, this would have sounded like an impressive list of features and a sure reason to purchase. I just smiled and nodded.
When he came in for the close and offered for me to try one, I accepted. After trying three or four dead batteries, he found a good one, put a "sanitizer" (carto condom with a hole) on and offered it to me. I accepted, smiled, took a drag and let him know it had a fairly stiff draw. Handing him my Silver Bullet, I asked him to compare it to mine. He put the sanitizer on, I explained about the button and... he took his first real vape.
Now I'm not saying this guy was on drugs, but I'm pretty sure he heard an Angel choir singing and saw the mall light up with the glow of ten sunrises in fast motion. The look on his face said it all.
Without a word from him, his co-worker eagerly asked if she could try as well. I obliged and again, the clouds parted and the light shone down...
Needless to say, his Smoke51 was laid to rest
on the counter and was forgotten for the rest of our visit. Both he and his assistant proceeded to grill me on the mod, batteries, juice and cost. When I left, he had all the information written in his notebook and I'm pretty sure he'll end up buying one. Puts a smile on my face every time I think about the day the kiosk salesman got sold!
