I had some time to kill before a train so I wandered into a weird little clothing store. The store owner said something as I walked in but I didn’t catch it and figured she was talking about the sale advertised in the window. I was drawn to a patterned summer dress. It looked really cool and comfortable. I checked the label and saw that it was around $70, a bit out of my price-range for something I would most likely buy on whim and then never wear again. It was pretty garish.
I approached the store owner, smiled and said, “Does the store sale reduce the price on this?”
“No!” She told me rudely. “It’s already reduced! $70 reduced from $100 is a great deal! You wont get a better price than that!”
“Oh really…” I replied. I know that’s nonsense. There are much cheaper ugly patterned dresses all over.
“It’s designer, you know!” She yelled at me like I was a moron.
Even I know that’s a stretch. It’s certainly not a design that I’ve heard of. Pretty much all clothes are designer in that someone designs them. Someone chose that ugly pattern!
“Oh, designer.” I said calmly. “Well that’s a shame because I was really just looking for something crappy and cheap.”
I smiled and walked out while she stared at me like I was committing murder against her precious “designer” store by not purchasing from it. It was pretty much the opposite of that famous Pretty Woman scene.
Big mistake. Big. Huge.