My boyfriend and I decided to stop in this tiny shop. In the windows were outfits on display and it seemed like a very nice, upper scale store. And my boyfriend was a bit tantalized by the lingerie, I'll admit. So we went in.
We were greeted by a lady who seemed a bit agitated that we were there. We began to look around. The clothing was nice but certainly didn't seem worth the price tag. Nothing super impressive stood out.
As we visited each rack, each display ... we felt like we were being followed. Sure enough this lady gave us no personal space to look at the items for sale. Each time we moved, she did.
Jason is a wonderfully outspoken man. He had something to say about everything, which I love this about him. He is honest, open and extremely sure of how he feels about any given thing. I love our conversations. And I love when they can be private. The hovering of this woman afforded us none of that. And it felt as if she wasn't sure if he and I were there to stick items in our jackets and make a run for it.
We entered the lingerie section, where he wanted to take me. And like a desperate dog on the tails of its owner, she was there. A stones throw away. We couldn't enjoy so much as a private word or two if we wanted. But we tried.
My shopping was interrupted and I was uncomfortable from the moment I walked in the store. And at the same time we both felt offended. The need to follow us around a store as if we had criminal intent was quite disturbing. I couldn't wait to leave.
I wouldn't suggest this store to the happy window shopper, much less the person ready to sink some money into a purchase. You could get these items pretty much anywhere and even a better quality. And you can enjoy your shopping experience elsewhere without the horrible feeling of being followed.
To Max Dohle I write,
My privacy when shopping helps my wallet when paying.
We were greeted by a lady who seemed a bit agitated that we were there. We began to look around. The clothing was nice but certainly didn't seem worth the price tag. Nothing super impressive stood out.
As we visited each rack, each display ... we felt like we were being followed. Sure enough this lady gave us no personal space to look at the items for sale. Each time we moved, she did.
Jason is a wonderfully outspoken man. He had something to say about everything, which I love this about him. He is honest, open and extremely sure of how he feels about any given thing. I love our conversations. And I love when they can be private. The hovering of this woman afforded us none of that. And it felt as if she wasn't sure if he and I were there to stick items in our jackets and make a run for it.
We entered the lingerie section, where he wanted to take me. And like a desperate dog on the tails of its owner, she was there. A stones throw away. We couldn't enjoy so much as a private word or two if we wanted. But we tried.
My shopping was interrupted and I was uncomfortable from the moment I walked in the store. And at the same time we both felt offended. The need to follow us around a store as if we had criminal intent was quite disturbing. I couldn't wait to leave.
I wouldn't suggest this store to the happy window shopper, much less the person ready to sink some money into a purchase. You could get these items pretty much anywhere and even a better quality. And you can enjoy your shopping experience elsewhere without the horrible feeling of being followed.
To Max Dohle I write,
My privacy when shopping helps my wallet when paying.