This last Saturday I was at South Coast and decided to purchase a new bra. Now I assume that this goes without saying, but for the benefit of any potential readers who haven't had the privelege of meeting me in person, there is nothing about me that could be described as "big." (Except maybe my teeth. Some of my siblings have told me that I have "horse teeth.") Since I live in the land of implants it can make bra shopping a bit of a challenge at times, but I already have one from VS, so I was just looking to find a duplicate piece of equipment.
It's like they were hiding them from me or something, because I could not locate what I was looking for, and as a result was forced to interact with an employee, who at high volume demanded to know what size I am. To make matters worse, when I gave her my size, she insisted (again at high volume) that she didn't believe me, and that she was going to need to measure me. There was a time when I might have been embarrassed by that sort of thing, but I think I'm to the point where I don't care, and now it's sort of amusing. So I allowed her to measure me, and then listen to her exclaim in a suprised tone that I was actually smack in the middle of two different sizes, but not to worry, if I would just follow her to the dressing room she would find me some options. This was after I told her I know what I want, I just can't find it, but she disregarded that piece of information, and steered me in the direction of the dressing rooms.
We got back to the dressing area, and (for the benefit of any male readers, in the dressing area they have the sample underwears that you try on, since for reasons that should be obvious they don't want you strapping on the products out on the floor that people are going to be purchasing) she started pulling out all these different kinds of bras and handing them to me. I think she initally handed me 5 or 6 and shuttled me into a dressing room. Then she continued to check back every few minutes and shout at me through the door "how are those size xx's working out for you?" They actually weren't working, so we then had to discuss what was specifically wrong with the fit. Then she went rifling through the sample drawers and passing other bras under the door all the while telling me about the sizes and features of the items. This was all done at a volume that would leave a bystander to believe that the little dressing room door was a inpenetrable sound barrier. At some point she passed over the item that I had wanted all along, and I was able to finally convince her that I really just wanted to purchase one of those. I made my purchase and escaped. I don't know why they call that place Victoria's Secret, my experience has led me to believe that nothing remains a secret in that store.
2 comments:
That is awesome. I actually refuse to deal with salespeople when bra shopping. I do everything online now, because I am sick of having to explain, over and over, that YES I AM THAT SMALL. Why would I make up something like that?
It was even more disastrous shopping for nursing bras. You would think from looking around that no one under size DD or so attempts to nurse.
That was REALLY funny to read. I laughed out loud in my cube at work :)
I will say having tagged along at plenty of VS's in my days of being married that you just have to tell the sales people to go away sometimes even at the point of being rude.
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