Dear Macy's sales attendant

After my dreadful finals two weeks ago, I decided to shop at your store. I always knew that your products are not cheap. I am eyeing on the Skagen watch on your website for months. Since I haven't shop in a long time, I decided to stop by your store and take a closer look at the watch.


As I was approaching your booth, I noticed that you stared at me from head to foot. I guessed my NorthFace jacket, jogging pants and sneakers did not give you justice that I, too, can shop at your store.



"Can I try it on?", I said.


"Sure."


You obliged when I asked if I can try the watch on. Of course, THAT'S YOUR FREAKIN JOB! I eyed on it for a while before asking how much it is.


"I'm just wondering, how much is this?"


This is where you really pissed the hell out of me.


You said, "It's $ 130. I'm sorry."


You're sorry? For what dummy? Don't you think I'm not capable of buying this stupid crap? Huh? F*ck!!!


I hate people who discriminate shoppers based on their physical appearance. It doesn't mean that when a person wears lousy outfit, they don't have the right to even step at the friggin store. What if I'm wearing a professional looking outfit, will you give me special attention? Will you offer to give me a drink while you're helping me find what I'm looking for? And if not, will you say sorry everytime you say the price? Will you stare at me and think that I can't buy it coz I don't have money? That's plain stupid.


You are a sales attendant. You are suppose to help customers and not judge them or stare at them from head to toe as if they are beggars asking for money.




I hope I won't see you when I shop there. With my mood right now, I might have to slap you. I don't want to stoop down to your level. Never.



Bitchin bout your service,

kikaygal