I purged my closet this week.
Ahhhhh...such a good feeling.
All the pairs of jeans...5 to be exact...that I used to wear all the time, but for one reason or another have been demoted to the "I-might-wear-those-if-everything-else-I-own-is-in-the-laundry" jeans pile. So after filling a garbage bag full of clothes, I realized that, "Hey...I only have 2 pair of jeans left...I desperately need another pair!"
(there are days that I have moments of brilliance...however, this was not one of them)
So after work, I schlepped over to the mall to the White Black...House Market...(what-a-confusing name) store, because I'm kind of digging their jeans right now. Anyway, I found a pair of black jeans, on sale, first ones I tried, fabulous fit...ding, I'm done. (btw...if you've never shopped there, they do this irritating thing where they ask your name and proceed to write it on a little white board outside your dressing room and then use it ad infinitum...like you're now best friends. Next time I'm telling them my name is Yurra Two)
Anyway, I carry my jeans to the checkout and the sales associate asks, "Have you shopped here before?" And I know what's coming. Sure enough..."Oh I see we don't have an email address for you." "Yes", I say, "I'd rather not give it out." Then I get "the look"...and, "well, we send alot of special coupons through email to our loyal customers." "Mmmhmm, I'd really rather not give it out." "Well, you could do what I do...I just unsubscribe to all the emails that I don't want to get." "uhhhhmmmm...I think that's kind of what I'm doing right now...except it just saved both of us about 5 minutes."
Needless to say, I didn't get a sweet smile and a, "Thanks so much, please come back again" at the end of the transaction. So now I've decided I'm going to create a shopping t-shirt that says, "I don't give out my cel number or my email, so don't even ask unless you care to open a can of you know what on your big 'ol backside."
hrrrumph...Miss Bea
Ahhhhh...such a good feeling.
All the pairs of jeans...5 to be exact...that I used to wear all the time, but for one reason or another have been demoted to the "I-might-wear-those-if-everything-else-I-own-is-in-the-laundry" jeans pile. So after filling a garbage bag full of clothes, I realized that, "Hey...I only have 2 pair of jeans left...I desperately need another pair!"
(there are days that I have moments of brilliance...however, this was not one of them)
So after work, I schlepped over to the mall to the White Black...House Market...(what-a-confusing name) store, because I'm kind of digging their jeans right now. Anyway, I found a pair of black jeans, on sale, first ones I tried, fabulous fit...ding, I'm done. (btw...if you've never shopped there, they do this irritating thing where they ask your name and proceed to write it on a little white board outside your dressing room and then use it ad infinitum...like you're now best friends. Next time I'm telling them my name is Yurra Two)
Anyway, I carry my jeans to the checkout and the sales associate asks, "Have you shopped here before?" And I know what's coming. Sure enough..."Oh I see we don't have an email address for you." "Yes", I say, "I'd rather not give it out." Then I get "the look"...and, "well, we send alot of special coupons through email to our loyal customers." "Mmmhmm, I'd really rather not give it out." "Well, you could do what I do...I just unsubscribe to all the emails that I don't want to get." "uhhhhmmmm...I think that's kind of what I'm doing right now...except it just saved both of us about 5 minutes."
Needless to say, I didn't get a sweet smile and a, "Thanks so much, please come back again" at the end of the transaction. So now I've decided I'm going to create a shopping t-shirt that says, "I don't give out my cel number or my email, so don't even ask unless you care to open a can of you know what on your big 'ol backside."
hrrrumph...Miss Bea
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