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clothes shopping

Going into a woman’s clothing store and feeling comfortable doing it would have been a daunting and virtually unthinkable thing 10 years ago. However, today it is something I don’t give a second thought to. I walk in calmly and start browsing the rack until invariably a sales person will approach me and ask if I am looking for something in particular.

Sometimes I begin some banter with this person which will usually help make my experience that much more pleasant. She might ask me if they can start a room for me and every time my frugalness will kick in and I will politely decline.

In Montreal they will sometimes greet me in a warm fashion and ask me how things are going since the last time we saw each other which I am very happy to do. Some ask to make sure I come out and show them some item I have tried on so they can comment on the fit. This last bit used to scare me silly and now leaves me unfazed because I know who I am.

Later at the cash I am usually asked for my phone number so they can survey my computer account and then hear the merchant say my name.

“Madame Joanna?”

“Yes that’s me” I respond with assurance.


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