Posted: 08.06.2008 at 23.22
Maybe it's just me, but I feel many of us have had similar encounters, so I present an open letter to that sales assistant you weren't quite sure about.
It's not desperate, it's tongue in cheek.
Dear designer store sales clerk
How are you? Hows the move going?
I was wondering if you could settle an argument between my friend and me. He claims that the two times you walked past me and stared, you were checking me out. I claim it was because I was odd looking and my fly was probably undone (which I later found to be true upon seeing my reflection in the stores mirrors).
When selling me the shirts was it just sales technique or were you flirting? When I went back for pants and you showed me yours was I supposed to show you mine? And serving me even though you were busy and I was already being attended toflirting?
Whatever the case I ended up coming home with a new shirt, a new tie and new work pants but no phone number or the items I originally went shopping for.
Next time slip your number in with the tie.
Yours truly
The ambiguous skinny boy who wanted a Viviane Westwood kilt.