The other night, Micheleine dragged me out to the mall. She had an emergency mystery shopping job to do and needed my help. I am on the large end of the sizes offered by this particular women’s clothing store, and I’m probably on the high end of the age range of their average customer. In other words, there’s an invisible sign near the front that says “You must be this young and this thin to enter the store”.
Nonetheless, I agreed to go try stuff on.
When we first arrived at the front of the store, one of the clerks was near a front table of sweaters. She was shooting the breeze with a security guard. Micheleine and I took our good old time shuffling through the sweaters, holding them up, wondering out loud about them, talking loudly and animatedly right next to the clerk.
She turned and walked away from us.
I finally picked out a sweater to try on and we made our way through to the back of the store, talking and looking over quite a few rack-fulls of clothing. It was obvious (at least to me) that we were a couple of ladies in a buying mood. I even loudly exclaimed over al the nice things I could possibly get Sarah, who actually fits in most of the clothes offered there.
We were almost to the change room before another clerk finally asked me (me with the SWEATER hanging off my arm) if I wanted to try that on. We asked a couple questions, but she seemed a little impatient, like she couldn’t get us to the change room fast enough.
When I got settled in there, the clerk left us. When I came out with the sweater on, no clerks were in sight. In fact, they were at the other end of the store from us. Again. Micheleine and I decided I needed some other colors and a bigger size, so she went all the way back to the front of the store, got some more sweaters and came all the way to the change room again and not once did a clerk pay her any attention.
By the time we were done in the changing room, I had an armload of sweaters in hand and still no sales clerks were hovering to complete the sale. That was too bad, because I found a sweater I liked that looked good and was only fifteen dollars. M and I wandered all the way back to the front of the store, sweaters in hand to put them back, and were compeltely ignored again.
I swear, I could have left the store with the sweaters and the clerks would not have noticed.
After we left that store, we wandered over to a luggage and purse store. I started just quickly glancing at some wallets on sale, and the clerk there couldn’t get to us fast enough. She helped me look for the tags because sometimes they get ripped off and stuck in the pockets somewhere, and offered suggestions. She was incredibly helpful.
Too bad we couldn’t give her a review.