It’s rainy, it’s gross, and my Hubby has declared “Scramble Season”. I am a golf widow. Dear Hubby has been sucked into a rabbit hole of “three AMAZING” golf tournaments. One each weekend for the entire month.
“Tourney’s I just can’t pass up”. He tells me while sporting his best puppy dog face. What does this mean for me? Duh retail revenge shopping of course. Passive aggressive behaviour at its best.
This also means if I walk into your store you might as well paint a target on my back. I am an easy sell.
Unless of course you are an idiot.
When I come into your sweet smelling bakery to stock up on fresh bread, you simply have to make sure there are bags available for me to put the bread in. Can’t bag it, can’t buy it!
I really wanted to buy those amazing boots that were incredibly overpriced, but when you tell me they make my feet look fat? Sale fail.
When I walk into your “boutique” and there are 3 salesladies doing nothing, and no one can even bother to glance my way? I’m pulling a Pretty Woman and taking my money elsewhere. Big mistake. BIG.
I get that you have to lock the change room doors so you can keep an eye on who is going in and out…but if your going to do that, have some staff back there to let the serious shoppers in! The more I try on the more I can love.
Oh and I do appreciate your opinion on the outfits I’m trying on but just cause I’m revenge shopping doesn’t mean I’m stupid. Even my 9 year old will tell you. I look fat in these pants.
Shopping trip summary, managed to get earrings for the girls, gift card for a Birthday, hand cream from Bath and Body Works and a coffee. Not one article of clothing for me. Heavy Sigh. It’s okay…still three retail revenge shopping weekends to go. I just have to steer clear of the sales prevention departments.