Shallow Salesgirls
I'm not going to mention the name of the shop I was in. Not going to put down people in public. But human beings like to label people, they like to have stereotyped ideas in their head the moment they build up their first impressions. You walk into a boutique with a guy and they assume 'ooh they're a couple.' And so ... minishorts presents to you, the defining conversation:
Minishorts: I think I'll take this one.
Minishorts' Male Friend whom she just bumped into: Well, it looks great.
Salesgirl to Minishorts' Male Friend: So sir, how would you be paying for your wife?
Wwoooops there... sorry girl. We're not married. Not even dating. We're just friends who happened to bump into each other outside your precious boutique! Oh well, continuation:
Minishorts' Male Friend who decides to be very mischievous: Oh I forgot to bring my wallet so she's paying today.
Salesgirl trying to be very friendly: Hahaha... okay...
Minishorts' who decides to play along: Well he forgets all the time anyway.
Well of course the above incident wouldn't be as funny if I wasn't labelled as Chocobo's wife at the HP Warehouse sale. And to think the guy who made the blooper wasn't a salesman. This was a decent, well-educated 50-ish Caucasian who blurted out to Chocobo, "Ah those are great shoes. Your wife agrees doesn't she?"
Please remind me to tie pigtails and wear a school uniform the next time I go out with a male friend so that I'll be labelled as someone's daughter / sister instead.
