Three years running, my parents and The Kid have gone clothes shopping for his birthday. I tag along to be the voice of reason but it's really all about them.
This past weekend was their yearly pilgrimage and as usual they started out in Hollister. You know, the over priced mecca for the teen set. For starters, this place drives my mother crazy because, a) it's dark and b) the music is so damn loud you get the feeling they're trying to drive you from the store. But, she puts up with it because the Kid likes their stuff.
The Kid and I had done a walk through the weekend before so he knew what he was looking for, cargo shorts and short sleeve dress shirts. Finding the shorts took two minutes but the shirt that he wanted was security tagged in groups of three. It was the weirdest thing I had ever seen.
When my mother took the shirt up to the clerk to ask if they could remove one so he could try it on, they told her that they weren't for sale, they were visual aids.
Um, this shirt was not only on a mannequin but there were at least nine of them on the rack. We're in a recession, why the hell would you have multiples of something in a store that you have no intention of selling?
Needless to say, she was so bullshit at the clerk that she bought the one pair of shorts The Kid had in his hands and we left...for American Eagle Outfitters.
Hollister, not smart. She has a Black Visa Card. Do you have any idea how much money she spent in American Eagle? You probably would've made your sales quota that day if you had just sold my mother that shirt.
I have never heard of such ridiculousness. Have any of you?