About a week ago, I went shopping for shoes. I knew where I wanted to go and what I wanted to buy. I’d made up my mind and I had a plan. But as we all know, the best laid plans of mice and men, etc., etc., etc.
The store I chose was a discount store, dealing in shoes and accessories in much the same way as Payless shoe stores do. You walk in, look around, try on an assortment of shoes, and then take them up front and pay for them. It’s very low key and very do it yourself.
After a few trips up and down the aisles, I finally found a couple of pairs I wanted to try on. I tried the first pair on and then reached for the second pair. That’s when I realized there was only one shoe in the box. After checking several boxes, I realized all the boxes of that particular brand held only the right shoe. A theft deterrent, I decided.
When a young saleswoman walked up and asked if I was finding everything all right, I asked if she could get me the other shoe so I could try both on, which she did. The fit was good, but they were black, and I had originally come looking for brown shoes. I sat pondering my choices, trying to decide whether I wanted to walk away empty handed or whether I wanted a pair of almost right shoes.
In the midst of my ruminations, little miss salesperson interrupted with another question.
“Are any of these going to work for you?”
“I haven’t decided yet,” I told her, wishing she would just go on so I could think in peace.
“So, would you like for me to take these up to the register for you?”
Huh? My train of thought came to a screeching halt.
She wasn’t leaving.
The light bulb finally came on and I opened my big mouth.
“You have to stay here with me to make sure I don’t carry anything off, don’t you?”
She smiled sweetly and nodded.
I returned the smile, laid the shoes aside, and stood up.
“I don’t believe I’ll take either pair, but thank you for getting the other shoe for me to try on.”
I made an about face and marched out of the store, and unless my brain realigns itself into a more reasonable state, I won’t be back. The idea of me not be trustworthy didn’t set well.
I came home and sat up late shopping the internet for a pair of shoes similar to the ones I had been looking at in the store. This time no one was monitoring me for criminal behavior, and the shoes came in brown.
I hate that! It’s not only insulting but terrible customer service. I wouldn’t shop there.
I just thought of something. Wouldn’t it be fun to turn that clerk into your own personal shopper? Just think how many pairs of shoes you could try on without getting up to get them or put them away. After about the 50th pair, you could thank her for her help, tell her that you saw nothing you liked, and walk out the door.
You remind of one of my fav movie scenes from Pretty Woman.
“Big mistake. BIG. Huge!”
lol.
I wouldn’t shop there either.
Ditto. If they are going to hover, they can be a full-service place. I wouldn’t shop there again either.
That is totally outrageously crazy.
I guess I just have that suspicious look.
Knowing me, Lara, if I asked for 50 pairs, I probably wouldn’t be able to leave until I was sure she had gotten them all back in the right place. I actually do remember telling her which shelf I pulled the first box from as I was leaving. (Like she couldn’t find it by herself.) I need help…