Sales People at Christmastime, Part Two....

As promised, here is another tale of my run-ins with the odd sales people working the holiday season.

My mom and I were out shopping for an outfit for me to wear at the Christmas service at church that I am singing at next week, and we decided to hit up Express. We were browsing through some cute sweaters and this tiny, upbeat girl comes up and introduces herself. She asks my name and if she can help me with anything. I tell her no and that I am just looking. Seems normal, right?

Wrong. You would assume that when a customer tells you that she does not need any help, that you would leave that person to shop. But, no. This girl started handing me stuff left and right and telling me how cute it would look on me and to try it on. The only problem was that as she was handing me stuff, I kept saying, "eh. I don't like that" and instead of putting it back, she would say "WHAT??? Why not???!!! ITS SO CUTE! I'm going to put it in the dressing room for you anyway."

So at this point my mom and I are slightly annoyed, but I figure she can just put it in the dressing room and I just won't try it on and no one will ever know. The girl proceeds to follow us around and keeps handing me clothes that I would never wear. She kept trying to get me to try on a strapless, red mini-dress. I repeatedly told her that I was singing at church and it was practically freezing outside, making that dress completely inappropriate, but she didn't seem to get it.

I finally get to the dressing room and I would really just like to try on my clothes (the ones I picked out) and show them to my mom, but every time I would come out of the dressing room, she would be standing there saying, "OH MY GOSH!!! THAT IS SO CUTE!!! YOU HAVE TO BUY IT!" I replied by saying, "I don't like it. Its not my style." To which she would say, "REALLY? I WOULD TOTALLY WEAR IT. YOU NEED TO GET IT!!"

Ok. Now my mom and I are REALLY annoyed. My mom decides to go look for more stuff while I keep trying on. While my mom is gone, the girl says "Oh my gosh... I think your mom, like, totally hates me. She seems really annoyed with me. I don't know what I did wrong!!!"

I chose not to reply to this because I can't figure out why the sales girl is SO concerned with whether or not my mom likes her. Finally, we got out of there with a cute sweater, but it was no easy task.