Wednesday, September 15, 2004
Pre-trip Celebration:
I realize we didn't actually take off for NYC until Thursday, however, on 4:30pm on this day, my holiday time started. Besides, I took a mini adventure to the mall that I thought was worth mentioning just because the interaction I had with a clerk in one of the shops was so strange.
A little after 6pm I set off on my walk to the mall. It's only a mile away from my house if that so I thought it silly to drive there especially since I run anywhere from four to eight of them a day. Although this mall which just opened this past August was hyped up to be the greatest thing since sliced bread, I can't say that I agree. I hear that it has been said to be the biggest mall in Iowa now and there are a few 'new' shops but I can't help but see it as "same dung/different day".
Anyway, when I arrived, I went into Victoria's Secret to purchase the pair of hose I was after. The first clerk I spoke to was very polite and helpful. The second one (the one who actually rung up the sale), I can't speak so highly of. Her bubbly, I'm trying too hard attitude was enough to put me off but I chose to just nod and smile thinking all the while of how much I just wanted to get the flock out of there.
The jaw dropper to this whole interlude came when the chic offered me a VS credit card. I politely declined yet she felt the need to keep going on about it and the oh so wonderful benefits I could gain from it like getting three bras for a discounted price and receiving the catalog. One, how is buying three bras at a discounted price saving me money if I only need/want one? Two, I already get the catalog three times over because of the online orders I have placed. I certainly don't want a fourth! I try to explain to the woman that I already get many of the benefits that she mentioned and I really don't want the card. She then proceeds to tell me that I don't. What?! (For any of you who have seen the cat litter commercial where the kitty has a shocked look on his face, I'm sure that was the expression I was wearing at that moment.) When did this shrew start pilfering my mailbox? All I could do was look at the floor, shake my head, and giggle to myself. When I raised my head back up, I looked her straight in the eye and said, "Really, I'm not interested. I've got more credit that I will ever use as it is. I don't want to apply for more." Her reply, "Well, just keep it in mind." Good gawd woman are you that hard up to push those wicked little pieces of plastic or what???
Unfortunately, it didn't stop there. After she swiped the credit card I used to pay with (Sony Visa - a card with REAL and WORTHWHILE rewards!), she asked for my phone number - GRRRRRR! I hate that demographics bull that stores (especially new ones) run. Sometimes I will make up false information to give them because I don't want any "survey" phone calls nor do I think it is any of their business. By this point, I was so worn out by this chickyboo's sales pitch, I wasn't in any mood to play so I simply said, "We don't have a land line, only a cell." Granted that was a fib but I thought it would be enough to get her off my back. Wrong! She actually had the audacity to ask me for the cell number. Ok honey, time to jump off the blond wagon and buy a clue. It was at this moment that I informed her that I didn't wish to give that information out. I guess that must have really frosted her cookies in some way because she just kind of threw the bag and receipt at me. When I cheerfully said thank you to her, she replied with, "Yah". LOL I just love snotty store clerks who think they can beat me with their snobbery and do such a poor job at it.
It was when I left the shop with an evil, satisfying grin on my face that I knew the trip I was going to set off on the next day was going to totally kick ass!
Knocked Off By The Fashion Diva
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