The Terrible Negotiator
Have you ever entered a shop in town, dearly fallen in love with an item with your whole broken and ragged soul, negotiated for the best price, then exited with the best deal? Perfect. Well, I can’t relate because I have always been poor at bargaining for items and whenever I try hard enough and manage to pull the right string I just end up leaving the shop mumbling under my sore loser breath that “I should have said this or that. I should have been more persuasive. Damn it.” The thing is I normally feel like I should have done better. It’s funny because I always have a way with words.
Frankly speaking, knowing how to genuinely coo women to go with you for a date has nothing to do with bargaining for the best price to buy that Samsung TV set, formal leather shoe, men’s Louis Vuitton traveling leather bag, or that killer wallpaper that deserves to be tattooed on my living room wall. Worth considering, bargaining with a seller is not that complicated but it wholly depends on the gender. I can negotiate with a female seller and come out with the best price. Perhaps I could pull off a couple of jokes, sheepishly smile at her, or even compliment her collection of whatever she is selling. I can’t say the same with male sellers. You know, you bargain for a few minutes to show how much you need the item yet attempt not to look so desperate because if he knows, you are doomed. So for me, bargaining for items is partly dependent on gender.
There was this one time I entered two shops and bought two separate shirts from each stall. The price tags were the same, they were both owned by male sellers, and each person had an irrestistible collection of shirts. However, I recall putting little effort when bargaining for the lowest price possible. So when I whisked by my aunt’s place and showed off what I bought, she laughed her ass off, all the time bragging how she could have pulled off a half-the-price triumphant purchase. My aunt hailed my taste but jeered at my bargaining power, saying “Son, wamekugonga cause ningekuwa hapo ningetoka na nusu ya hiyo pesa ulilipa. (Son, I could have bought it at half the price if I were there.)” She was painfully correct.
In most occasions, I prefer when a woman accompanies me while buying stuff. The reason being, they have a distinct way of dealing with male sellers. Period. No argument there. And I don’t want to sound stingy but with this fragile economy, who wouldn’t want to buy an awesome khaki trouser at Ksh. 250 less? In my recent quests of buying goods and not services, I have either been accompanied by a female friend, cousin, or rare intances simply one of my pretty sisters. Before then, my ex-girlfriend seldom handled my formal and casual wears. When these options are not on the table, I often put on my buying-in-shining armor and march on. Like we say it in Kenya: If I die, I die.
So there it is. I am a shitty negotiator when it comes to buying items. But you know what I’m going to do? I’m going to sharpen my negotiating skills. I will be triumphant! Watch out, sellers! There will be a new sheriff in town soon. It’s been long overdue. In the meantime, I raise a toast to me, the terrible negotiator.