I recently received an email highlighting a sale for 40% of all merchandise at a retailer that I frequent. I normally don't care but since it is now the start to the changing of the seasons, I figured I might as well give it a go....I should have thought better.
I proceeded to enter the store, jammed with people, huge bags and purses and what would basically be a general sense of chaos. I preserved--it's 40%!! I instantly grabbed my phone to call someone so that my attention would be focused on my conversation versus women clawing and scrapping their way through the tangles mess of clothes to find their size in some beige color.
I chatted with my mom, found some items and headed for the fitting rooms. A line. A long line. A line so long that after 30 minutes of chatting with my mom, I ran out of things to say and was contemplating whether or not 40% was even worth it for a couple pairs of pants. But then, as I am sure others have found if I have waited this long I might as well try on the fricken pair of pants.
As I made my way to the front of the line, I noticed this woman's feet in the fitting room. She clearly had a new pair of pants on and did the instant ass check in the mirror, left side, right side, front and back again. I watched her feet circle the fitting room for what seems like 10 minutes though in real time it was only about 3. Seriously, though? She waiting at least 30 minutes to debate over a pair of pants that she would have to wait at least 30 minutes to buy in the line at the register. Try them on, if the fit, next pair.
Finally, someone exited the dressing room. I ripped off my pants, slipped on leg, then the other, clasped the button and shit--too big. It looks like I have a crap in my pants. Next pair, smaller size (sweet victory), one leg, two, clasped button--just a smidge to tight. Arg. Apparently I am in-between sizes at Banana Republic.
All in all, 2 minutes worth of trying on...left empty handed.
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