They Can’t Em-bra-rass You

, , , , | Working | December 19, 2019

(I’m at a well-known lingerie store. I’m looking to buy a new bra and leggings. I’m dressed very casually and am not wearing a lot of makeup. I walk into the store, which is fairly busy.)

Sales Associate #1: “Hi! Welcome to [Store]! Can I help you with anything?”

Me: “Nope, I know exactly what I want. But thanks for the offer!”

Sales Associate #1: “No problem!”

(I head for the back of the store. Another associate appears.)

Sales Associate #2: “Hi, can I help you find anything?”

Me: “No, I know exactly what I’m looking for. Thanks, though!”

(I spot my normal style and start poking around for my size. I vaguely notice that the two sales associates are standing nearby. A third associate comes out of the back.)

Sales Associate #3: “Hi, can I help you with anything?”

Me: “No, I’m good.”

(I find my size and pull it out. I start walking toward the leggings. I notice that all THREE sales associates are following me. I turn around and stare at them. They immediately start straightening tables. I start walking in the other direction, and so do they. They don’t offer to assist any of the other customers, and there are a lot of them in the store.)

Me: “Yeah, no, I’m done.”

(I drop the bra on a random table.)

Me: “I’m going to [Other Store]. Maybe they won’t follow me around like I’m a thief.”

(I didn’t wait for a reply. I walked out and drove to the other store at the other end of town. I found exactly what I was looking for at the right price. As for the first store, they were on the news later because someone walked in, very nicely dressed, and stole $10,000 worth of merchandise.)

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