Wednesday, April 27, 2011
Thoughts on underwear
Are the salespeople at Victoria's Secret super aggressive?
To whit - I hate shopping. I order everything I can online, except when I want to get CDs or books, because I love record stores (sadly, they seem to be dying out) and bookstores (not the big box kind.)
So when I shop for anything else that is not a gift (because I do like picking out gifts), I am on a mission. I know exactly what I want. If it's an item of clothing, I try it on just to make sure it'll fit, since quality control in most places tends to suck.
Last weekend I went shopping for bras. No less than six salespeople at Victoria's Secret asked if they could help me. It's not a huge store, either. So by person #5, I finally said, "Not to be rude, but you're the fifth person (and then the sixth person) to ask me that, and I know exactly what I am looking for."
Finally I find it and then when I go to the fitting room they ask for my name. Um, what? Do they want to invite me for dinner? Have a first name to match a description in case I steal a bra? ("Her name was Riot Kitty, and she ran off with a black 38C!")
Then after I managed to get things purchased without signing up for a Victoria's Secret credit card or giving them my phone number (maybe they want to ask me out on a date?), I complained to a friend.
Her reply: "They make bras in your size?"
But even before I wrote this, I just read the funniest lingerie-related blog ever at WIGSF. I dare you not to pee your pants laughing. Then you can shop for more underwear.