I'm probably blowing this out of proportion but I figured I would share.
So I was in the Navy of Old yesterday, looking for a top to match the skirt that I'd just purchased at Lane Bryant. (Thick Girls Unite) As the skirt had odd tints of green in it, I thought it wise to take said skirt with me so that could actually match the clothing. I sashayed into the fitting room with all of my tops in hand. As the associates in the Navy were slacking, not one of them had offered me one of those see through in-store shopping bags. (if you're wondering why I'm being so hard on the store and it's associates, it's because I used to work at an Old Navy. I know how things are supposed to work) Anyway, the little boy did his job and asked me how many items I had. Incorrectly, I said 4. He asked if he could take them for and I answered YES. That should have been clue Number 1 that I wasn't trying to steal anything.
As I began trying tops on I realized that I had 5 items. It was at that moment I heard a faint but distinct scraping sound on the door. Kinda like someone was changing the number on the handle. As I walked out of the dressing room to gander at myself in the 3-way full length, I noticed that the little twerp had indeed switched the numbers. Now in my mind the honorable thing to do would have been to let me know, as he was putting the garments in the fitting room, that, "Ma'am I don't know if you noticed but you have 5 items here." This would have either:
A.) deterred me from stealing had that been my motive or
B. ) Let me know that you respect me enough as a customer to note my discrepancy in a mature way but also in a way that would not fully embarrass me.
Anyway, I probably should have let it go. But, alas, I did not. So after I tried on everything, I neatly folded it all, according to the Gap, Inc method of retail folding, (sleeves in with 1/4 in material out,then sides in, then folded in half, turtleneck out the front and then folded forward. I spent WAY too much time working retail while I was in college.) grabbed the number off of the door and walked out of the fitting room. Cheery eyed as ever the little boy asked, "How did those work for you?" As I laid (lay?, grammar) the garments in his hand I said, "They didn't. And next time, just tell me I miscounted." Flabbergasted, I receive what I think may have been an apology as I Beyonced away. (def: Beyonced-past tense-To walk, stride, stroll in a manner likened unto a Beyonce Knowles; note Crazy In Love video)
Whatever, man. I'm probably making the proverbial mountain out of a mole hill but the whole situation just struck me as RUDE. And should he try that with someone less, shall we say tactful, than myself it could have been a bigger incident. It was probably one of those times when I should have turned the other cheek. I don't know man...
It's probably just me....