I went to Delia’s, today, for the express purpose of feeling like a middle-aged poseur. Sure enough, I was totally offended by all the stupid kids who were buying skinny jeans, scarves, and The Smiths and Sonic Youth t-shirts.
Youth. Wasted on the young.
I stood near the dressing room, waiting for a woman — who was older than me and called me ma’am — to unlock one of the rooms so I could try on some hoodies. An even older woman walked up to me and said, “I’d like to try on these clothes.”
I said, “Do I look like I work here?”
**Silence.**
She walked away.
It must be the total look of disdain on my face. I no longer look like I work in Human Resources. I look like an underemployed woman who works at the mall.
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Oh Laurie, no one over 14 goes in that store.
This says in a nutshell why I do my clothes shopping online.
BTW, the scarves look cute. The jeans, on the other hand, are hideous. Even a size 2 would look awkward in them.
@RachL Dood, I needed some waffle-weave shirts and they have them. They also have sparkly Weezer t-shirts, of which I do not approve.
@Janiss Scarves make me itchy!
Wherever I go.. a mall, department store, etc… I am constantly being bothered by other customers looking for help. I can have my purse on my shoulder, cell phone and coffee in hand, and people come up to me and ask me for stuff. I look like a professional retailer I guess…
@Lindsey Maybe it’s the fact that you don’t have your head up your butt. I find that if I look competent, people come to me with questions.
I used to have this blue vest that I loved and wore all the time. I was constantly mistaken for a retail employee.
This reminds me of another story…
I was at my mom’s house the other evening when the doorbell rang. I opened the door and 4 adolescent girls were standing there with school fundraiser papers in hand. The first one says “is your mom home?”
I almost fell over backward. I said, “girlfriend, I’m 31 years old.” Then (to my horror) she said, “yeah but your mom ALWAYS buys stuff from us”.
I felt like such a loser. They didn’t think I was a kid, they just knew an old lady lived at the house & I wasn’t her (and, also not in possession of buckets of cash to spend on crap like wrapping paper and tubs of cookie dough to fund their museum trip).
So I said, “well, you only get me this time and I’m broke”. MUHAHAHA
Jenn, remind me to ask your Mom to buy me some girl scout cookies!
How does a person look like a person who works in HR anyway? This is what I’d like to know, for my Hallowe’en costume.