With all this wedding talk swirling about in my conversations and head, I was suddenly, vividly reminded of a bridal shop experience while shopping for bridesmaid dresses with my friend Lisa.
We went to The Wedding Shoppe in Saint Paul, Minnesota. The neighborhood is just lovely, little shops and cafes, cute brownstones, and generally friendly people.
Well, we tried on some dresses, and the employees were of little to no help. It was clear that we were cutting into their riveting conversation about dinner the night previous (when asking bout a manufacturer/sizes, etc), and they were not happy about it.
After about 20 minutes of being clearly avoided, we decided that we’d look at a few more dresses on our way out the door.
Lisa (the bride)’s mom was telling a hilarious story, and was a bit animated in her telling. That is when, out of the corner of my eye, I saw one of the sales people mimicking Lisa’s mom. Like, lipsyncing what she was saying, while grossly exagerating her motions.
We were horrified.
Of course the manager on site was nearly impossibe to speak to, and was on the edge of condescension. She offered us 10% off dresses, or something like that as recourse.
Right, like we would EVER shop in a “shoppe” like that. I’d rather pay 2x the price and get quality service and non-rude salespeople.