I’d never been in a Macy’s before yesterday. On a lark, I stopped at the mall on the way to my parents house because I thought “I really could use a couple new short-sleeved shirts!”. Man, the greeting/welcoming/chatting you up mania was strong in that place. It was pretty annoying.
I made several trips between displays from different clothing manufacturers and the fitting room until I found two shirts I liked and wanted to buy.
Then I waited forever while a checkout employee tried to negotiate some kind of pre-purchase with a nearly deaf old man.
A very nice lady strolled by, came to my rescue and offered to check me out at the other register at the station. Then she proceeded to bombard me with a bunch of “how are yous” and “oooh, I like this shirt” and “do you have any kids”, etcetera.
I finally escaped her million comments and questions and fled to the store exit which dumped out into the mall parking lot. And then the security alarm went off when I tried to get through. I waited a moment, then tried again…same result. Other customers were walking by, some guy laughed and I said “Man, I just want to get out of here!” and he was like “Just go”.
So after waiting 4-5 minutes for security to arrive and harass me, I went ahead and left, setting off the alarm again. I’d just spent $75 on exactly two shirts.
I get home to wear the one I liked most and it still had one of those ink-infused security tags on it.
:smack:
I didn’t even think to check my items when the alarm was going off when I tried to leave as its a somewhat flustering experience.
How do I know the security tag had ink in it, you ask? Because I tried to remove it with some pliers (I didn’t know these things actually had ink in them) and ruined my $40 shirt. I live almost an hour from that store.
Motherfuckers, just do your job (remove the tags!) and leave me alone. If I want help I will ask you!
:mad: