5. Fitting Room Nightmare
I went clothes shopping today. The dressing room had a 6 item limit and I had more than 6 things to try on so left some with the dressing room clerk at the desk.
I folded up the things I’d tried on that I wasn’t buying and brought them to the clerk and exchanged them for new items.
As I was doing this a woman tapped me on the shoulder saying, “Hey, hey, carry these in here please.” I guess she assumed I was a clerk too.
“I don’t work here.”
“Sure you do, I just saw you folding clothes.”
“I was returning those items. I’m in a hurry here. Excuse me.”
And I walked off because I didn’t have time to get into it with her and try on everything I needed to.
“Hey!” She followed me. Thankfully the desk clerk saw her and went over to help her so she left me be.
I went into the changing room, put on an outfit, and stepped out to see it in the full length mirror.
Bear in mind I had changed my clothes at this point. I don’t know how this didn’t make it clear that I was shopping.
But she asked, “Can you get this for me in a smaller size?”
I pretended not to hear her and rushed back into my dressing room to avoid the confrontation. Apparently, I was in such a hurry that I did not properly latch the door.
Because, sliding the dress over my head, jugs flopped out in the breeze, this woman follows after me and opens the door.
I take the dress off and see her staring mouth agape, and she just says, “You really don’t work here, do you?” Stunned, but mostly irritated, I reply, “Would I be naked if I worked here?”
She walked away, I shut the door and finished up. When I came out to give my next round of items to the clerk the woman was waiting for me. She apologized over and over and said she’d been on autopilot all day. I told her not to worry about it and I hoped she enjoyed the show.
I wonder what the clerk thought happened.