In my shopping travels this past Saturday, my mother decided to visit Ann Taylor Loft. Having seen some rather cute outfits in the windows occasionally I agreed to check it out. Soon after entering the store, an associate greeted my mother with a friendly "Hello, can I help you find anything in particular?". We wandered around, carefully examining all the racks, especially the sale racks. Jeans for $10.99! That's almost unheard of! Sweaters for $5.00! Oh my!
With bundles of clothes in our hands, the same sales associate approaches my mother and asks if she may get a fitting room ready for her. Never once even GLANCES in my direction {4 feet is sooo like 400 feet these days}. I shrug it off and go on wandering around the store carrying my finds, my extra large DD coffee, and pushing a double stroller with two noisey toddlers. We retreat to the fitting rooms {I almost knock down some racks in the process... why aren't any stores STROLLER FRIENDLY?!}, where a nice room awaits my mother. I, on the other hand, somehow manage to push open a door to my fitting room, with the stroller in front of me, and hands full of crap. GO ME! I try on my clothes and amazingly they fit rather nicely so I head back out to the sales floor...
Stupid associate of the month returns to exclaim how much she would loooove to take my mother's definite purchases and place them behind the counter for her...once again, not even glancing in my direction. Hello?! Do you not see the R~E~A~L Coach purse dangling off my forearm? Is it the fact that I'm wearing flipflops? Or not carrying Starbucks {you are my true love}? Shit. These people even cater to the dogs that shop at this outdoor mall. Whatever the case may be that I was not worthy of her expertise in holding clothing - my mother took my items so I would be able to better manage the children/coffee/stroller fiasco. And guess what? Employee says "Ma'am would you like to try those items on as well?" YEAH. Cuz my mom just grew 8 pants sizes in 5 minutes. Stupid bitch.
Douglas Cosmetics was muuuuch more friendly. It's amazing what friendly can get you. Like $80+ worth of make-up in a teeny tiny bag {Did I mention it was only foundation, eye makeup remover, face wash & mascara? Oh yeah, and the mascara was *free*!}. But oh, how I love the name. The make-up is called Two-Faced. Now to see if I like how it looks on me...
