The boutique surveillance experience

I remember I once had a friend from Japan come visit LA and I offered to drive him around. He for some reason wanted to visit Beverly Hills so we went there and got off at one of the shopping areas. We popped into one random store just to look around and IMMEDIATELY some security guard at the entrance started stalking us around the shop. No matter where we went he would be at the corner. There were several other customers there too left completely alone. Also I remember looking at one of the jackets on some random rack and even those ones were like $4000. Wild.

Anyway yeah some stores hate you and want you to never step foot inside.

POV: You just asked if you could purchase the $15,000 bird art

This is so real.

Also being visibly a student and going into an expensive store in the tourist town WHERE YOU LIVE AND ARE JUST LOOKING FOR A GIFT FOR YOUR GRANDMA.

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My grandma used to run a little shop selling knicknacks, miniature tea sets, figurines, etc. She constantly had to follow customers around because the little old ladies would rob her blind. She hated doing it so my sister just put a VCR with a camera on top with a little sign saying "Smile, you are on camera!". Neither were functional or even plugged in, but it finally stopped the shoplifting and my grandma didn't have to follow her customers around constantly.

Welcome to the Black experience in America.

I was like 19 years old. I Went to the Armani Boutique in Barcelona to buy a suit for my sister's wedding.

They don't let me in, and questioned me a lot and I eventually left.

I went to Gonzalo Comella at Passeig de Gràcia (It doesn't exist anymore, but was a high end clothing shop with more than a century of history).

I was treated like a king, bought a classic Armani Suit, a shirt, and also a tie and belt that wasn't in my budget.

I over spend my budget but leave absolutely satisfied. When I came the next day to pick up the suit, they make me try it again to look if they fitted well, give me a coffee and pastries.

I'm not rich and possibly it would be the only Armani that I will never buy but they got a sale that the other boutique lose because judging a teenager.

Having flashbacks to being being 15 with 25 dollars to spend in a boutique yarn shop. 😫 I wanted a really nice yarn for once to make a gift for someone I really liked and a clerk literally told me to stop touching all "the natural fibers, they pick up the oils from your skin." I was so humiliated but couldn't just leave because that felt like it'd be even worse. The clerk came over and started slowly rearranging everything I came close to.

This happened at Ulta a few weeks back. What the hell am I stealing in my tiny ass purse large enough to hold a phone and credit card?

My thought is always, “oh please, you’re working retail, calm down”