Anti-Children People - Hate 'em
Ok, I was debating naming names, but I'm going to name names.
I'm leaving Scottsdale Arizona tomorrow, to go back to the real world. Argh. Anyway, I went back to this cool, funky store in Scottsdale, called 42 Saint.
I shopped there last week, and bought about $800 (US) worth of cute clothes. I went back yesterday to see if there were any last-minute finds (Why is it when you're on vacation, you feel like it will be the last time you ever shop again? It's ridiculous.)
Anyway, The Dictator and I went to 42 Saint and I found this wicked pair of white jeans. A saleslady put them in the changeroom for me, while I continued to browse.
The Dictator, of course, was being her usual charming 2 year-old selve and touching everything. She was not sticky or anything. I swear. She was clean and being cute.
But - oh no! - The Dictator touched the glass case with all the sunglasses in them. And the owner of the store - 42 Saint - a cute twenty-something male who actually made purple nail polish work, said to me, "Um, can she not touch the sunglass case? It's on wheels. And, you know, kids and fingerprints."
I looked at him like he was crazy. It's one thing to tell me to "be careful, case is on wheels," but to add, "Kids and fingerprints?" Geez, have you not heard of Windex buster. There I was, about to try on a pair of pants that cost $100 US dollars, and this owner dude was all, "Fingerprints no-no."
Personally, if I owned a store and a kid came in, I'd let said Dictator touch the glass. Why? Because it would be worth it to make a $100 US sale, that's why. For a hundred US bucks, I'd get out the piece of paper towel and wipe of a mini-hand print and even throw in, "Cute kid you have."
But I was just a customer, not the owner. So I looked at the owner of 42 Saint and said, 'You know what? I can get those pants anywhere. See ya."
No one tells my daughter not to touch a stupid sunglass case. I was so irrate that I actually wanted to take back all the other clothes I bought last week. If I knew he was so anti-child, I would have never bought the clothes in the first place. (The Dictator was not with me the first time.)
But I didn't take the clothes back. Why? Because I loved the clothes, that's why. But I'm never shopping at 42 Saint again. I have pride, you know.
Anyway, I was kind of thinking that if anyone else out there had anti-children stories in stores, I won't shop there either. In fact, all moms should share their rude sales people stories, and maybe that way, saleslady and store owners will be nicer when you're just trying to buy a pair of pants and you have to take your child with you, because you are alone with child.
Trust me, I'm pretty sure I'll find another pair of pants I love. At a store that actually treats little kids as they should be treated - as future customers, of course.