Friday, September 05, 2008


School shopping with my fourteen year old daughter means having to go into Abercrombie & Finch. Or as my 8 year old son calls it, Albert Conley & Fish. What is it with this store? It’s designed to drive older people out which doesn’t make sense to me since those are the people with the money. I hate this store just as much as my daughter loves it. The interior is so dimly lit that anyone with bad eyesight, such as myself, needs a seeing eye dog to get around.

The music is deafening. Heart pounding, annoyingly loud. Someone told me they knew they had gotten old when they went in that store and had to leave because the music was just to darn loud.

The last time I went there, I walked in and caught my breath. I couldn’t breath. I started to cough. “What the heck is that smell?”, I asked my daughter. “They sprintz their perfume in the air.” Spritz? Spritz? No, that is not a spritz. Either the salespeople are filling buckets up of the stuff and throwing it on the walls, or their distilling it in the back room and the vat just sprang a leak.

The shopping bags, have black and white photographs of a beautiful young girl and boy, both of which, by the expressions on their faces, look like an advertisement for anti-depressants. I can’t understand why they look so glum. If I was a size 0 I would be grinning from ear to ear.


Cathy ~ Tadpoles and Teacups said...

Ditto that last line!! I'd be shouting if I were a size 0.

Flora said...

AHAHAHA...Too rich for my money!..HAHAHAHA!!!! You are a hoot!

Aaron said...

I so have to agree with this post. I work there; and every work day I pray my sinuses have been getting much rest and training to engulf a "spritz" for a solid 5 to 6 hours.

Not to mention the price tags are intimidating!