top to bottom: image via ffffound, Lolitas, and Proenza Schouler SS09 heel via Footcandy
I was in Napa/St. Helena today and finally got around to checking out Footcandy where I saw/held/caressed the thigh-high Louboutin boots I've been queefing over for the past month. But, while the shoes were delightful (and I tried on a seriously comfortable pair of Proenza Schouler heels from SS09 that were 50% off) I left empty-handed, in no small part because the sales woman was being a salty-ass no-fun-having Bitch. I just don't get it. WTF are you doing in the service industry if the sight of customers fills you (visibly) with a quiet, seething disdain? I believe there is a place for people like you, and it's called the Department of Motor Vehicles.
Has anyone ever walked away from something they wanted because the sales help were being a-holes? I have to say I don't expect much, other than an acknowledgment of my presence when I walk in the door and a willingness to help me retrieve sizes. Don't act like I'm pawing through the personal items in your closet.
The whole day reminded me of this: