Mean Girls.
There were three of them and they had the racks completely surrounded, doing that elbow thing to keep anyone else from getting a look at the clothes. And then they piled three sizes of each item into a cart and rolled it over to the dressing rooms where they actually took turns guarding the cart while the others tried everything on.
I didn't stick around to find out, but I'm guessing they plopped all of their leftovers back in the cart and left it outside the dressing room when they were done. Didn't seem like the types to rehang anything, much less drag them out and put them back on the racks.
Le Sigh.
On the way home I thought for a while that maybe I'd just give up on the Bay Area and move to a place where this kind of rude nonsense doesn't happen...but where is that exactly?
The real kicker was that the clothes were actually really ugly (no offense to Mr. Posen) and I felt a little better knowing that those girls were going to be out on the town in those tacky clothes thinking they were super cool amazing shoppers and that they looked really fabu in their new designer clothes.
Isaac Mizrahi was the first, and the only one to do it right.
What a world what a world.
