I like to scope out several fitting rooms in big department stores like Macy's, which is where i was for this adventure. I know just about all of them and always like to stake out a quiet room so i can concentrate on the task at hand...trying on clothes that won't fit or look funny. It seems on this day, everyone and their mother was hoarding mass amounts of clothes in all the fitting rooms and being loud and annoying. So i dragged my 10 pairs of jeans around until i found a room that was quiet and well lit.
To my delight, no one was in the fitting room at all when i got there and i had my pick of rooms! I never go in the first one, i feel its too close to the main entrance and people always knock on that door or try to get in for some reason. I like the further back rooms...like my own lil corner of the store where no one will bother me and those tend to be the cleanest ones cause they are less used and abused. So i got into one room and it was perfect! Until...the door wouldn't shut all the way. I then thought, well its just off center and began tilting it to shut. Once it did shut i tried to open it again to make sure i could get out and guess what...i couldn't!
Side note...i always, always, always look at the bottoms of dressing room doors to see if i can squeeze out under them in case the door jams. If the doors are floor length i check the top to see if i can climb over the wall/door to get out. If i can't find a way out, i will not use the dressing room period. I was always raised to think "always have a way out of any situation", so yeah.
Yep, i was stuck in the room! I began to turn the knob in all directions and pull on the door shaking the whole room like crazy! I wasn't scared but i knew i needed to try the door the hardest i could before crawling out on the floor. Finally after 8 minutes of pulling and tugging the door jarred open and i bolted to the room next to it. That door closed smooth like butter thankfully!! So i sit down to catch my breath from my "lock in" and realize there was a foul smell in that room. "OH COME ON!" i shook my fist at the ceiling in anger! It smelled like old pee, plain and simple. I tried to wait and see if i would get use to the smell and no longer smell it but the more i breathed the more nauseous i felt, so i quickly grabbed the jeans and my stuff and got out of there.
There was another set of fitting rooms not too far but when i went by there i heard kids screaming so i ignored it. Now though it was quiet so i scurried over there and only one stall was being used and it was at the front. I got to the 2nd to last one, checked the door which was fine and took a deep breath of clean, fresh, well circulated air!
Let the trying on began! Out of 10 pairs of jeans only 2 of them i really liked. One fit perfectly but the waist was so high up, it literally covered more than HALF of my torso and i'm only 5ft1 so yeah. The other pair i liked were just an inch too long but other than that a great fit. They felt like they were already broken in too, so soft and comforting. The down side was the price. I am not paying $80 for jeans, nope.
I sat down again and chilled a bit thinking about how to shorten the waist of the jeans when i heard a mom come in with her lil son. Oh joy! They got the stall next to me too! Great! My flip flops were next to the wall of the neighboring stall and just as i was about to get up and put my clothes back on i see a pair of little hands grab a hold of my flip flops!! It took everything in me to not scream obscenities at this brat! I calmly said "can i please have my shoes back?" and knocked on the shared wall. The mom was very causal about it "oh yeah here" and slid them back under the wall. I wanted to tell her "fuck you very much" but just said thank you and got the hell out of there. Now i see why her kid is a brat.
I don't know why but simple things like trying on jeans always turn out to be an adventure with me. I really wish people would stop being so lazy and take their clothes out the rooms when they are done too. Getting ready to work at Rack i know this is going to be a huge pet peeve of mine. I've worked in women's clothing before and it's always just been a "WTF?!" deal when it comes to dressing rooms. Hopefully, i there won't be too much drama but with women shopping, just about anything is possible.
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