Thrift store shopping
I recently had the pleasure of finding out what thrift store shopping is like here. And let me tell you, I never, EVER want to have that "pleasure" again.
I went with my roommate and a friend of hers because I had no idea where the good stores were. Our first stop (and our last, because I made them stop) was some disabled veteran's store. I first knew I was doomed was when I was just in the middle of an aisle, trying on a jacket when a woman (who speaks no english) grabbed my pile of clothes from me! I was stunned at the audacity, but then politely told her they were mine, and she just smiled and said (in horrible english) "oh, but they're such pretty colors!" I grabbed them from her and walked away.
Next, as I was impatiently was waiting for my friends to finish up, a woman came up to me with a curtain in her hand, shaking her finger at me violently. I wasn't sure what she wanted because, again, she didn't speak any english. She just continued to shake her finger at me until she put one corner of the curtain in my hand and made me hold it while she spread it out to look at it to see if she wanted it. After about five minutes, she finally took it out of my hand and I guess she decided she liked it.
FINALLY, I round up my friends and we go to stand in line. A long line which consists of hispanics and me and my friends. I witness about a hundred price checks and some kindof spanish arguing going on until finally I am next in line. Apparently that wasn't good enough for the woman behind me (who didn't speak any english) because she saw an empty register (in fact the cashier was busy wrapping stuff) and SHOVED ME TO IT. LITERALLY GRABBED ME AND PLACED ME AT THE REGISTER. Since the cashier was clearly not ready for me, I instead went back to stand in front of this horrible person.
I didn't know how to react. This was apparently the art of thrift store shopping, as I was later informed, so, I paid for my things and asked for the car keys and I hid in the car.
That's not the half of it. I saw people fighting over articles of clothing, people grabbing things out of other people's carts, people pocketing things....you know, really typical LA type stuff.
So I think I'll stay away from the whole shopping mess that is a thrift store. I'll sacrifice the good deals for my old ratty dirty clothes. They at least don't yell at me and shake their finger at me. But if they did, I bet it would be in english.
I went with my roommate and a friend of hers because I had no idea where the good stores were. Our first stop (and our last, because I made them stop) was some disabled veteran's store. I first knew I was doomed was when I was just in the middle of an aisle, trying on a jacket when a woman (who speaks no english) grabbed my pile of clothes from me! I was stunned at the audacity, but then politely told her they were mine, and she just smiled and said (in horrible english) "oh, but they're such pretty colors!" I grabbed them from her and walked away.
Next, as I was impatiently was waiting for my friends to finish up, a woman came up to me with a curtain in her hand, shaking her finger at me violently. I wasn't sure what she wanted because, again, she didn't speak any english. She just continued to shake her finger at me until she put one corner of the curtain in my hand and made me hold it while she spread it out to look at it to see if she wanted it. After about five minutes, she finally took it out of my hand and I guess she decided she liked it.
FINALLY, I round up my friends and we go to stand in line. A long line which consists of hispanics and me and my friends. I witness about a hundred price checks and some kindof spanish arguing going on until finally I am next in line. Apparently that wasn't good enough for the woman behind me (who didn't speak any english) because she saw an empty register (in fact the cashier was busy wrapping stuff) and SHOVED ME TO IT. LITERALLY GRABBED ME AND PLACED ME AT THE REGISTER. Since the cashier was clearly not ready for me, I instead went back to stand in front of this horrible person.
I didn't know how to react. This was apparently the art of thrift store shopping, as I was later informed, so, I paid for my things and asked for the car keys and I hid in the car.
That's not the half of it. I saw people fighting over articles of clothing, people grabbing things out of other people's carts, people pocketing things....you know, really typical LA type stuff.
So I think I'll stay away from the whole shopping mess that is a thrift store. I'll sacrifice the good deals for my old ratty dirty clothes. They at least don't yell at me and shake their finger at me. But if they did, I bet it would be in english.
posted by karaokequeen @ 6:17 PM
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