malloryknoxx

So I can't quite decide if the fact that *both* my hubby and I like to use "retail therapy" when under stress, is a good thing or a bad thing.
We went out yesterday with the intentions of getting Rob (my hubby) a new overcoat, and ONE pair of jeans form me because mine are falling to shreds. *I* got sidetracked by a hot pink belted jacket and some amazing purple pants, and Rob had the same problem in the men's shirt department.
By the time we forced ourselves AWAY from the clothing racks....we both had half a friggin wardrobe.
Self discipline, you might say, isn't our strong suit
Ahhh well. Whaddaya gonna do.

I did, however, get a laugh out of the snotty saleslady who wrinkled her nose and made an "ick" face at my tattoo when I came out of the fitting room to model a tank top for Rob Her "ick" face quickly evaporated when she saw how much money we were dropping in her store.

Ahhhh capitalism.

Reminds me of the time back in high school when I went shopping for a prom dress with a rich friend at one of the designer boutiques in Chicago. I was wearing a black leather biker jacket, ratty jeans, and had my hair in a very 80's punk platinum 'do. The saleslady was uber snarky until she noticed the Porsche key ring I was flipping around. I had borrowed my dealers car for the trip, see I remember being terribly amused at her behavior.

Anyone else have any stories about incidents (of any sort)with salespeople?