The psychology behind the place is all too devious. Imagine a candy counter where everything is free. Plus, warm baked cookies on the counter. And if you're not a cookie person (and your obviously not related to me) there are 4 choices of Haggen Daaz hand-dipped ice cream cones to choose from. And its all faaareeee. And you don't have to die to go there.
All you have to do is walk through the front doors and be accosted greeted by several salespeople. Tell them you're just browsing for a sectional sofa, and head to the right. Maybe sit down on one or two of the sofas. But don't get too comfy... the treats are calling....and there, back in the far right corner, is the heavenly candy/cookie/ice cream store where money is no object. In Bob's Furniture store.
It doesn't seem right, but I love it. I do hate that Bob wants me to come eat treats and sit on my behind in a cooshie couch- and BUY that couch. Or go home and think about going back to Bob's Furniture just to eat more free goodies, so that I will be one step closer to buying his furniture. But I think Free (or Freeda?) was supposed to be my middle name, so Bob's keeps calling me.
I succumb to a transparent marketing ploy.
So what do you think of this couch?
