Kristin wrote this post and it gave me the courage to write about an experience.
Again, I’ll start this out with the typical “I’m not the epitome of a healthy person.” disclaimer. I eat candy. I love fast food. I drink lots of wine and rarely (cough, never) work out. That post I wrote about getting fit? Yeah, that was a big joke. Never happened.
I have no idea what size pants I wear. I am a twenty six year old who has no idea what size pants she wears! I will never order clothing off the internet because I seriously have no freaking clue. Since when did it become okay for every single shop to just make up their own sizing?
With that said, I was on the hunt for a pair of jeans. I bought several pairs from AE over the summer, and while I love the jeans, the waist just slides down ALL DAY LONG. The crotch ends up by my knees and I’m that girl hiking up her pants every few minutes. Not. Cute. I had this problem with another pair of jeans I’d gotten from AE so I thought maybe, next size down? Ohhhhh hell no. Couldn’t get those babies over my knees. WTF?
So then I decided to try Charlotte Russe only because I just wanted a cheap pair of comphy jeans that weren’t anything special. I walk in and the lady is all “oh! These jeans here are all $15!” And I’m all “score! Perfect.” So I start browsing. And then… she asks. “What size are you?” I literally stopped to think for a second. “I have no clue. It’s been ages since I’ve bought jeans from here and who knows with all the different sizing these days.”
She then has the gall to TELL ME what size she THINKS I am.
Now, I realize as a sales associate that it’s her job to help me shop. But you know what? I didn’t ask for it. I could understand if I’d whined “but I don’t know, can you help me?” I had it perfectly handled. I was going to grab a couple different sizes and figure it out all on my own. But no, she decides that I’m a specific size (now, to be fair, she rounded down) but still. So she starts collecting all these different pants in this guestimated size. I actually stopped her. And I’m glad I did. Because if I hadn’t, I’m sure they would have found me hanging in the dressing room. Okay, okay. I kid. But seriously. So she hands me just the pair that I’m interested in her guestimated size. And I reached for the size (or 2…) above that on the rack and she looks at me puzzled “do you really think those will fit?” I don’t know if she was trying to up my ego, or what, but I can generally tell you that I just don’t live in the size 0-2 fantasy anymore. I’d be shocked if I found pants in that size that fit. SHOCKED. So at this point I was really kind of peeved with the lady.
So I go to the dressing room and decide to try on the size that I thought would work. And they did. They were a little snug, but jeans often “stretch” for me. So I didn’t even try on her size and called it a day without feeling like I wanted to fling myself off a building.
Eff. Now, she’s the check out girl. Are you kidding me?
The polite thing to do would be all “oh, great. They worked out for you.” And leave it at that. Oh, no. Not this girl. She straight up asks me which size worked. Are you serious? Just let me buy the freaking jeans. Who asks that, for real?
Whatever. I bought the damn jeans. I’d normally call $15 jeans a win. Those weren’t.
HAHA … I hate nosey/pushy sales people. I always try to be nice because in college I worked in retail and I know how rude people can be to the employees, BUT that being said, I only offered my opinion if people ASKED for it.
Oh one sales lady had me crying in the dressing room one day because she told me there weren't any more XL shirts because most people aren't that size. Of course, I took it the same way as if she had said, look, hippo, you don't belong here 🙂
There is nothing better than a sales person who knows what they are doing and can help you put together a cute outfit (says me, the fashionably challenged girl) and nothing worse that the sales person who unintentionally says things that make you either feel 2 feet tall or make you want to slap the daylights out of 'em!
I loathe sales people like this…LOATHE
Aghh I can't stand that! And I also think it is stupid that every brand has their own "version" of a size. I live AE jeans but they do really slide down your waist. I have been hoping to find some somewhere else that fit my shape.