“I love to go shopping. I love to freak out salespeople. They ask me if they can help me, and I say, ‘Have you got anything I’d like?’ Then they ask me what size I need and I say, ‘Extra medium.’”
So I brought my boyfriend’s daughter with me to retry a pair of Kate Spade cropped skinny jeans in a gorgeous orange-red and get her opinion. Too tight? Worth the $198? Will I really wear them?
It was clear as I headed back into the store and made my way to the one item I had in mind that I was only bringing that item into the dressing room. This old lady working there had to comment all along the way, “Oh, you look like you know where you’re going!”
“Yes,” I said, “I just want to try these on again and get her opinion.”
“Oh, you were in that room before,” she continued.
“Yes,” I said, “Just a few minutes ago.”
“Because I saw a pair of orange jeans in there,” she added as if she had inside knowledge to the whole dressing room situation.
“That’s right,” I confirmed and proceeded into the room with my party.
I barely poured myself into the skinny jeans before she actually, peeled back the curtain to see if I was “okay.”
At that point, I was so annoyed with her nosey self I told her I didn’t need her checking on me and to close the curtain!
Needless to say, I bought the jeans. They will look fabulous with royal blue and this shirt I found at Anthrolopologie the same day.
Shopping is hard work, sometimes. Do you notice that when you actually need help, no one is around and when you just want to look, you get stopped every three frickin’ seconds by somebody asking you if they can help you find anything?
And how about, when you actually do say, “Yes, I’m looking for a good wearable orange lipstick,” they just look at you and smile and let you go on your way?!? and are no help at all?!?
I swear I should try Stephen Wright’s approach sometime. He says, “I love to go shopping. I love to freak out salespeople. They ask me if they can help me, and I say, ‘Have you got anything I’d like?’ Then they ask me what size I need, and I say, ‘Extra medium.’”
Have you ever had an unsavory encounter in the dressing room?