I'm not feeling comfortable with this at all but I play along and wonder around the back trying to find the person she supposedly radioed and is going to help me. It takes me a while. The sales girls tells me that instead of racer back bra I want this special convertible bra that can be worn 7 different ways. Ummmm...no...I don't. If I wanted a convertible bra I would have asked for one. So she shows me a style of racerback that only comes in patterns and I ask her where the solid colored or black racer back bras are. She starts to walk me toward the front but stops as if there is some invisible dog fence keeping her from walking forward. She says, "we have one like that in our glam section but I don't see anyone working in the glam section." She scans the glam section from afar telling me she is looking for some one. I'm baffled that she can't leave her section to take me there herself. So I tell invisible dog fence trapped girl I will wonder around and find it myself.
I wonder the glam section and don't find it. I do finally find a sales girl who asks me if I would like a frequent purchaser card that will earn me points. At first I say no but then she says it will give me $10 in credit every year for my birthday. So I say yes and she asks for my name (second girl in the store who has asked for my name now) and other personal info. I'm thinking, what the hell, I got a frequent purchaser card from Hot Topic and they never asked me for my name. So I told her I will fill out the application later and she writes her employee number on it so clearly she's getting a commission later.
I go back to a different section and I do find a solid colored racer back bra on a pretty glass display but can't find it on the sales floor. And guess what, I can't find a sales girl on the sales floor to lead me to it. I ask at the register for a sales girl and she radios for one. No one comes. Apparently they are understaffed. I wait and I wait and finally I give up and just take the bra off the glass display on the wall to try on.
So I get to the dressing room and the dressing room attendant pulls out a card and pen and asks me for, you guessed it, MY NAME. Well, my name and my bra size. I asked her why she needed that and she said, "That's just how we do it here." I said, "I had to give my name at the front just to get a sales girl to help me. Then I had to give my name again for a frequent purchaser points card. I don't care to give my name a third time here." She looked flustered but finally said, "Ummm, okay." From the dressing room I overheard her greet other customers and quickly figured out why she wants your name and bra size. The conversation goes like this:
Sales girl: I can take you to a room. Can I have your name and bra size?
Customer: My name is Cindy and I'm a 34C.
Sales girl: Here is your room. I'm going to bring you a box of our best selling bras in your size Cindy.
Mind you she didn't say, "May I bring you a box of our best selling bras?" She just brings this box to every woman who is there to try stuff on. Ummm...HIGH PRESSURE SALES MUCH? I decided not to buy a bra there and I couldn't wait to get the hell out of there before anyone else asked for my name. When I got home I looked at the "frequent purchaser card" application and was furious to discover it was in fact a Victoria's Secret credit card application and not a frequent purchaser card like they have at Hot Topic. Way to trick me into applying for a card, thank goodness I took it home instead of letting you fill it out for me.
Victoria's Secret used to be a fun place to shop. Now it's sales girls who can't help you if you're not in their section and high pressure sales and being asked your name by 3 different sales girls. No thank you.