So I went to Macy’s after work this evening to buy a new winter coat, since the one I had got ripped and stained and thus ended up in the Give-To-Homeless-People pile, and I knew Macy’s had a nice whole section of leather coats downstairs.
So I’m down in the annals of 34th street, my eyes bulging out at the ridiculous prices on some of these garments. I find some reasonably priced ones, however, and take one off of its hanger to see if it fits.
But I can’t.
There is a cord attached to the clothing rack, looped through one of the sleeves.
Yes, that’s right, ladies and gentlemen, the jacket was tied to the rack. No longer is this idea limited to the cheap ballpoint pens in banks! It should be noted that the jackets had those magnetic anti-shoplifting doohikeys also.
Of course, this cord makes it impossible to try on the jacket. Upon further inspection, I discover that the cords terminate at some sort of locking device. Obviously, I will have to flag down some Minimum Wage Lackey who has the awesome responsibility of holding the Sacred Leather Jacket Key.
The only minimum wage lackey I see, however, seems to be wondering around aimlessly, occasionally fondling a jacket, and glancing at a clipboard. From the expression on his face, it appears that this jacket-fondling and clipboard-glancing is the most difficult job in the entire world.
First, I try to catch his glance.
Then, I try waving at him.
Then, I say, “Uh, excuse me.”
Then, I walk over to him, and stand directly in front of him.
friedo: “Excuse me.”
Minimum Wage Lackey: “Huh?”
f: “Do you work here?”
MWL: “Yeah.”
f: “I want to try on a jacket over there, but it’s tied to the rack.”
Then, with the weight of the Whole Universe upon his shoulders, he let out a mighty sigh, for the responsibility of wielding the Magical Mystical Magnificent Sacred Leather Jacket Key is too amazingly Big for us mere mortals to understand.
MWL: “Hold on.”
So hold on I did. For about five minutes, while I watched the MWL disapear into some room and never return.
So I left, jacketless.
So, Macy’s:
Are you dumb? Tying clothes to the racks? That’s the stupidist thing I ever heard of. What if a person wants to try on several articles? He needs a dedicated lackey to unlock things for him. Do you realize if you eliminated this Stupid Example of Stupidity, you would have to hire fewer people, and I would have spent ten minutes locating an aesthetically and monetarily pleasing jacket, trying it on, and would have gladly plopped it down on the counter and whipped out my Mastercard?
Of course you didn’t, because you are a dumbass.
BTW: Anyone know a good place in Manhattan to buy a jacket for not a lot of money?