bathrooms. Bathrooms are upstairs.
Fitting rooms are not make out booths. Make out somewhere not in public.
Fitting rooms are not where you talk about what you did with your boyfriend last night. Keep your dirty details to yourself.
Fitting rooms are not jungle gyms. Don't let your kids climb over the walls.
Fitting rooms are not daycares. Don't drop your kids off and shop.
Fitting rooms are not where you carry out your family drama. Don't scream and fight with your kids/sisters/whatever.
Fitting rooms are not your personal fashion booths. Don't hog up a room for hours playing dress up and snapping pictures.
Fitting rooms are single gender. Sorry ladies, you can't have your boyfriend/hubby in there with you.
People seem to think that since they are behind a closed door, they can do whatever they want and talk about whatever they want and no one will hear them. I hear everything that goes on in the fitting room if I'm in there. Don't you people realize how loud you are? I hear every groan, curse, every shuffle, every time a tag is pulled off a shirt, everytime it's stuffed in a bag...I can hear you on your cell phone, too. Most of the time, I can hear the people on the other end of the phone. Go in the fitting room, try on your clothes, HANG THEM BACK UP, and be on your way.
If I go in there and find a two hundred dollar dress, rumpled, wrinkled and on the floor, I'll go out there and find you and ask you if you need this two hundred dollar dress you left on the floor. Loudly.
I'm tired of having to return to vendor merchandise that's been ruined by careless, lazy customers.
And for the LOVE of GOD: STOP PEEING IN THE FITTING ROOM.
It's up to once a week now that I find a surprise. I want to catch someone in the act and ask them what the hell their problem is. They always wait until I leave the fitting room to do something like that...
Fitting rooms are not make out booths. Make out somewhere not in public.
Fitting rooms are not where you talk about what you did with your boyfriend last night. Keep your dirty details to yourself.
Fitting rooms are not jungle gyms. Don't let your kids climb over the walls.
Fitting rooms are not daycares. Don't drop your kids off and shop.
Fitting rooms are not where you carry out your family drama. Don't scream and fight with your kids/sisters/whatever.
Fitting rooms are not your personal fashion booths. Don't hog up a room for hours playing dress up and snapping pictures.
Fitting rooms are single gender. Sorry ladies, you can't have your boyfriend/hubby in there with you.
People seem to think that since they are behind a closed door, they can do whatever they want and talk about whatever they want and no one will hear them. I hear everything that goes on in the fitting room if I'm in there. Don't you people realize how loud you are? I hear every groan, curse, every shuffle, every time a tag is pulled off a shirt, everytime it's stuffed in a bag...I can hear you on your cell phone, too. Most of the time, I can hear the people on the other end of the phone. Go in the fitting room, try on your clothes, HANG THEM BACK UP, and be on your way.
If I go in there and find a two hundred dollar dress, rumpled, wrinkled and on the floor, I'll go out there and find you and ask you if you need this two hundred dollar dress you left on the floor. Loudly.
I'm tired of having to return to vendor merchandise that's been ruined by careless, lazy customers.
And for the LOVE of GOD: STOP PEEING IN THE FITTING ROOM.
It's up to once a week now that I find a surprise. I want to catch someone in the act and ask them what the hell their problem is. They always wait until I leave the fitting room to do something like that...




Yes, you can woohoo in the car, but it's very frustrating to get both to stay in the car when you want them to woohoo.
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