Sunday, June 6, 2010

frustration.

My Sunday consisted of nothing but shopping and eating.

"Watch where you're going, fat ass!"

Yeah, I know... I went to Zara, and there was this really, reallyyyy, reallyyyyyy, gorgeous dress there, just calling my name on the rack, it was the last medium, it was green, it was meant to be. Really, meant to be. As I made my way to the fitting room, I felt the fabric, it was like silk, so goddamn soft, tried it on, everything was perfect. Hauled ass to the cashier (who, mind you wasn't there when I arrived and took like 10 minutes to get there), and when I put the dress on the counter, I noticed that some of the stitching was coming loose, and there were some slight imperfections here and there. Given that I didn't really notice it when I tried the dress on, I figured whatever let me just ask for a damaged goods discount and take it to the cleaners to have it tightened around the seams. The cashier lady finally comes to the counter, and I noted whatever I saw on the dress to her and asked her if she could apply the discount, this bitch doesn't even look at the dress and goes "No, we don't work with that system!"

FUCK YOU JUST CALLED ME?!

So I asked her how come, and she goes we just don't.

So I'm like... How do you not work under that system? Isn't that a general retail rule? If something has affected the integrity of the item in question and it is not in it's original or best state, you apply some sort of discount or incentive. Like I know if I had gone to return that dress and the stitching was in the condition that it was they would not have allowed me to return it. And she goes "Well, we put it in the damaged goods bin for it to get thrown out if somebody points out imperfections but we don't give discounts". So I was like, alright, bet. Left the dress, fuck that, I'm not paying $80 for something that's falling apart before it even leaves the premises.

Anyway, I came back to the store like an hour later to get a fedora, and guess what's back on the rack? The momofuckin' dress! Blasphemy, I swear! I hate when big corporations are so frickin' cheap! I wouldn't even have agreed with them throwing it out because somebody could use that, but that's just so insanely petty, like on some "well, if you don't want it someone else will", assholes. On the upside, I got glitter nail polish from Sephora, and that makes me happy, because I'm 5.

Peace,
i.

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