Monday, April 4, 2011

Irking Me: Sheer Blouses

I found myself in Soho with a free half-hour so I stepped into Olive and Bette. I was casually looking through the racks when I was accosted by an over-eager sales girl. (Have NYC shop girls become more aggressive, or do I just have the whiff of a sucker?)

My hand must have lightly grazed a sheer peasant blouse. She held it aloft, offering to start a dressing room for me. "No thanks," I said. "I have a thing about sheer blouses."

I don't want to pay $200 for a shirt, and then have to get another shirt to wear under it. She nodded as if she understood, and then proceeded to bring over 5 more sheer blouses.

At this point, I excused myself. I headed over to Comptoir des Cotonniers, where I was happy to be ignored by the sales girls as they gossiped about another sales girl who wasn't working that shift.

1 comment:

  1. a) The salespeopple HAVE become more over-eager.
    b) Sheer blouse never looks good.
    c) My even greater pet-peeve is salespeople gossiping about other salespeople or, even worse, other customers. I immediately think they're going to be calling me a fat cow or something as soon as I walk out, having determined that nothing is my size.