Just like a hooker
I had a Pretty Woman moment yesterday.
The husband and I were out on Long Island (ie, the burbs) visiting the in-laws and running some errands.
We dropped our car off for service and right across the street is a very fancy-schmancy store that sells $300 T-shirts. I happened to have more than $500 in credit at said fancy-schmancy store because my mother-in-law insists on repeatedly buying my husband dress shirts and ties- even though he wears pajamas (scrubs) to work every day-so we return them and get credit.
If he never purchased another dress shirt or tie he'd still have enough to last him to eternity.
So we go into the fancy schmancy store that is named after a sport you play while riding a horse and a man who's last name is a women's name -*ahem*.
I am looking at a cashmere sweater when a sales woman comes up to me and asks me what size I'm looking for.
"A small or a medium"
"Oh, you are definitely NOT a small. Have you ever worn our stuff?"
(Insult #1)
"Yes I have, and depending on the cut, I wear a small or a medium"
"This isn't on sale, you know"
(Insult #2)
"That's fine"
"Our sale merchandise is over there"
(Insult #3)
"I'm not concerned as to whether something is on sale or not"
"All right honey. Well, let me know if you need a fitting room"
(Condescending)
I actually started humming the song "Pretty Woman" when she walked away.
I hate the assumption that because I'm wearing jeans and a T-shirt I don't "belong" in their store.
Several years ago I worked in a very high end women's boutique.
One day a very shlumpy looking woman came into the store- overalls, sneakers, messy hair- and I thought to myself "This women isn't going to buy anything. She's just going to waste my time."
And then she bought a $3,000 coat right out of the window without even blinking.
I learned my lesson that day.
The irony is, the area where this store is located is notorious for wealthy housewives who wear sweat pants and flip-flops with their Louis Vuitton bags.
You'd think the saleswomen would have known better.
Maybe next time I go shopping I'll wear my ball gown.
Comments
she sounds like a ho.
Posted by: RzDrms | May 18, 2006 11:01 PM
Go to Harrods. In London. The policy is to treat everyone as if they have money, because they may very well have. I mean, Paris Hilton. Looks like a hoo-er, has bags of money. And you are more likely to buy something if they are nice to you. Did you end up getting anything at their poxy old store?
PS: Does he wear cute hats with his 'jamies? I love being in a profession where I don't have to wear a power suit and heels, but get comfy scrubs, clogs and cute hats. And a button on my stethescope that says "the older I get, the better I was".
Posted by: jen | May 19, 2006 12:48 AM
Bitch! I am the same way, casual dresser who wishes sales clerks would not treat me like I am unable to buy what I want. Annoying. Their management should be working on that. What you wear is not what you are worth!~
Posted by: Amy | May 19, 2006 01:01 AM
If you're going to title a post "just like a hooker" could you sex it up a bit? Please? Instead of saying "I'm wearing jeans and a T-shirt" you could say "I'm wearing tight jeans that make all the men lose their minds and a T-shirt that shows off my boobs." And how about: "depending on how much cleavage I want to show, I wear a small or a medium."
Posted by: Closet Metro | May 19, 2006 08:20 AM
I fucking hate that shit. I'd have smacked that bitch
Posted by: southernfriedgirl | May 19, 2006 08:28 AM
No kidding, doesn't she see how... for example... Mary Kate and Ashley Olsen dress? They practically wear GARBAGE BAGS out in public.
I had a similar experience at a fancy jeweler in a big city though. I went in to get my ring fixed and it was obvious they were much more interested in being nice to the women draped in gold and coach bags than in me, with my jeans and grateful dead tee.
Posted by: Lazy Lightning | May 19, 2006 08:58 AM
Had a similar experience when my daughter and I went to Manolo Blahnik in London. Posh Kensington digs, had to actually ring a door bell to be allowed into the store, and then the snooty-ass sales assistants milled around the counter shooting us "you don't belong" looks and huffing and rolling their eyes when my daughter wanted to try a pair on.
I took it for a while, but finally one of the bitches said quietly to me "You look like you'd rather be somewhere else. Oxford Street has some lovely shops."
I said "Yeah, I'd rather be there, but since her last CD went platinum, she'll only shop in places like this. Spoiled brat."
Service was not a problem, after that. in fact, I'm considering surgery to have a sales assistant removed from my ass.
Posted by: Nilbo | May 19, 2006 09:14 AM
Nilbo is my Official Hero. :D
Posted by: Fuzzball | May 19, 2006 01:12 PM
That Nilbo is the best shit I have heard all day...
So did you throw down for the cashmere?
Posted by: Duchess | May 19, 2006 01:41 PM
I used to get followed around by security in OFFICE MAX, of all places, because I was in t-shirt and jeans. What the holy fuck?
I think shoppers should be allowed to carry tasers for situations just like yours.
ZZZZZZT, biatch! Can you ring me up when you've finished twitching on the floor?
Posted by: Bucky Four-Eyes | May 19, 2006 04:31 PM
That store has the rudest people ever. I experienced something similar at Thanksgiving at a freaking outlet mall. The lady snatched (yes, I said snatched) a towel out of my hand because yellow wasn't what I was looking for. I just picked up another, unfolded it and told my dad loud enough for her to hear "Look, I can fold towels too, they don't even fold them special."
Rude ass people!
Posted by: Kat | May 22, 2006 09:09 AM
Rude bitch!
I'm so sick of sales people. They are supposed to be in "customer service". I don't remember the last time one of them actually served me!
I like Bucky's taser idea.
I remember when I was pregnant with my first and I was in the more expensive maternity store. The lady looked at me rude for even walking in the place. And then when I asked her if they had khaki skirts, she had the nerve to tell me that maybe Hot Topic upstairs would have something like that. Rude and an idiot!
Posted by: Elizabeth | May 25, 2006 09:51 PM
What a bitch. Reminds me of how the makeup counter women always treat my mom... Makes me so mad. Nobody messes with my mom, damnit!
Posted by: Richelle | May 26, 2006 02:19 PM