This was my first, and last, trip to Victoria's Secret. I've always been interested in their products because the store is so popular, but have been put off by the prices. Finally, with a wallet full of Christmas money, I decided to get myself one Victoria's Secret bra. A treat for myself.
I walk in and start skimming through the racks when I sense someone standing too close for comfort. I turn to see an employee looming over my sholder.
Crazy Woman: Hi! Can I help you find anything today?
Me: .....Umm.....I'm just looking.
CW: Ok, well my name is Donna, so come find me if you need help! Kthanksbye!
Me: ........O.o
So, I keep looking and find a few items I like. The women here on CS probably know how bra's fit differently. If you wear size 40C, then you can pick 10 40C sized bra's and, chances are, they will all fit differently. Obviously, I had to try them on, so I head towards the fitting rooms. Guess who follows me there? Donna!
CW: Find anything you like? *standing maybe 3 inches away*
Me: *steps back* Yeah, I was going to try these on.
CW: Let me get you a room unlocked! *smiling creepily*
Me: ........ok.
She unlocks the door, takes the bra's and hangs them up for me. Then she tells me to go ahead and try them on. The thing is, the door is wide open and she is standing in the middle of the room O.o
Yeah, sorry. I'm not showing my boobies to the world, or you. Get out please.
I herd her towards the door and, literally, have to close the door in her face! She just stood there, staring at me with that creepy ass smile, oblivious!
The door was closed, but she was still there. I heard her breathing over the store music......*shudders*
CW: Do you need help tryig those on?
Me: I'm good.
I think I can recall how to put on a bra. I've only done it every day for about 8 years now, so I may be a tad rusty.
CW: Did you need my opinion on anything?
Me: No thanks.
I don't need or want a woman twice my age telling me how good I look topless. I'd rather have a guy close to my age telling me how good I look topless
When I open the door, she is in the SAME spot, with the SAME look on her face.
CW: Find anything you like?!
Me: ......No, sorry.
I hand her the bra's so she cam hang them back up. Instead, she tosses them on a random cart and FOLLOWS ME TO THE DOOR.
CW: Have a nice day! Come again!
Me: Yeah.....sure.....
What's Victoria's Secret? She's friggen insane!!!!
I walk in and start skimming through the racks when I sense someone standing too close for comfort. I turn to see an employee looming over my sholder.
Crazy Woman: Hi! Can I help you find anything today?
Me: .....Umm.....I'm just looking.
CW: Ok, well my name is Donna, so come find me if you need help! Kthanksbye!
Me: ........O.o
So, I keep looking and find a few items I like. The women here on CS probably know how bra's fit differently. If you wear size 40C, then you can pick 10 40C sized bra's and, chances are, they will all fit differently. Obviously, I had to try them on, so I head towards the fitting rooms. Guess who follows me there? Donna!
CW: Find anything you like? *standing maybe 3 inches away*
Me: *steps back* Yeah, I was going to try these on.
CW: Let me get you a room unlocked! *smiling creepily*
Me: ........ok.
She unlocks the door, takes the bra's and hangs them up for me. Then she tells me to go ahead and try them on. The thing is, the door is wide open and she is standing in the middle of the room O.o
Yeah, sorry. I'm not showing my boobies to the world, or you. Get out please.
I herd her towards the door and, literally, have to close the door in her face! She just stood there, staring at me with that creepy ass smile, oblivious!
The door was closed, but she was still there. I heard her breathing over the store music......*shudders*
CW: Do you need help tryig those on?
Me: I'm good.
I think I can recall how to put on a bra. I've only done it every day for about 8 years now, so I may be a tad rusty.
CW: Did you need my opinion on anything?
Me: No thanks.
I don't need or want a woman twice my age telling me how good I look topless. I'd rather have a guy close to my age telling me how good I look topless

When I open the door, she is in the SAME spot, with the SAME look on her face.
CW: Find anything you like?!
Me: ......No, sorry.
I hand her the bra's so she cam hang them back up. Instead, she tosses them on a random cart and FOLLOWS ME TO THE DOOR.
CW: Have a nice day! Come again!
Me: Yeah.....sure.....
What's Victoria's Secret? She's friggen insane!!!!



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