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Do you even work here?
Date Added: February 3rd, 2008
I had finally decided to bite the bullet. I was going to buy an expensive bra instead of the cheap Fruit of the Loom I typically purchase. So as I walked into Frederick’s of Hollywood, I was instantly greeted by an older lady who sounded like she smoked three packs a day. She kindly pointed me in the direction of the bras, asked me my size. Without regard to color I was handed two bras and ushered off to the dressing room. Being a newbe and not wanting to look like an idiot, I went along quietly…too quietly. After only a couple of minutes, she hollered in to see if I was getting along OK with the bra. I replied I didn’t think the bra fit. Before I knew what was happening, she was in the dressing room with me! She told me I was putting the bra on all wrong. Next thing I know, she had a hold of my breast and was “dropping” it into the bra. Thank God she at least asked me if I could handle doing the other one!!
I pulled myself together and headed up to the register to pay for the bra, wanting nothing more than to flee. Thinking they worked on commission, I tell the girl that the older lady helped me. This is where things get worse. The girl proceeds to tell me that no one over twenty-five works there!!! OH MY GOD! I probably was helped by the older lady that likes to help helpless women like me… if you know what I mean! Come to think of it… I didn’t see a name tag on that women with cold hands either!