The Ross Department Store Experiance

Sunday October 12, 2013

 

Sunday a day to get out maybe to do some shopping, take the kids (if I had any) to the park or movies, visit your family.  I don’t really have those options except one which is the shopping.   Oh Man!  two words not fun!  Root canal would have been preferable.

I first went to the Bellevue Goodwill.  Big mistake.  The shoppers there were acting as though it were the Christmas shopping season.  Usually one may get lucky & pick up something real nice, you never know.  However on this day it was shit.  Not only that but it was just unbearable to be around those people.  See everyone this is why I hate shopping!    I was out of there!  I like Goodwill, but the key is to get there early!  However everyone have you ever experienced waiting for the Goodwill store to open?  It’s a lot like horses out of the starting gate at the race track!  So undignified! 

After I ran out of Goodwill much flustered, I then walked down the street to the Ross discount store.

Now for my friends who live outside the U.S.  Ross is a discount store with new clothes but slightly irregular.  

The selection of clothes were not great today everyone!  I’m selective & I have pretty good fashion sense when it comes to clothes.  Like I’ve said when going to these types of stores you just have to catch them on the right kind of day.

The men’s clothes were just atrocious, not even anything that looked basically okay.  

So I decided to try the women’s section.   Although I’m losing weight I really couldn’t find something to fit but that doesn’t stop me from at least trying.   Based on a movie I saw with Anne Hathaway in the movie “The Devil Wears Prada”  I found a pair of black pants that looked pretty good.   I also found some nice pants made out of what I think was worsted material.

I made my way over to the fitting room.  Once there I was met by a woman.   She gave me a ticket with a number 2 on it to note that I was trying on 2 items.

After I tried on both pants which at I could at least get up over my body (Yaay) they were still too snug & just didn’t look right.  I put the pants back on the hanger then came out to were the outer area of the fitting area were the lady was standing behind a desk.  

Here is what happened:

I saw a clothes rack over on the far end on the wall, I went to put the pants over on the rack.   “Excuse Me”  the fitting room lady said in a tone that made me jump.   It was a tone that said & real harshly: “What are you doing”?  I had thought I was in trouble or something.   I’m an adult survivor of abuse & abuse suffered as an adult. 

Fitting Room lady said that I was to give her the two pants.   I didn’t know.   Usually the few times I do go shopping there even isn’t any anyone to take your clothes let alone give you at ticket.

So I go back out onto the sales floor to look around for something.  I’m trying real hard to give myself an appearance makeover.  When at my best I clean up real well!  I spotted a real nice looking women’s with gold buttons.  Out of my price range but what the hell I went to try it on anyway.

I go back to the same fitting room I had tried the pants on.  

Fitting room lady was now irate with me.   Why?

I simply forgot to turn in my previous fitting room ticket!   God forbid I should forget to turn in my damn fitting room ticket better call the fitting room police 😦

I go back to the room I was in to try on the pants, found the ticket, turned it in to fitting room lady.

I try on the jacket, I could get it on me, as well as button it up no small feat as I’ve told you I’ve lost weight.  However, the coat was binding at the shoulders.  I have broad shoulders.  

I bring the coat back out with the ticket were I am then met by a loss prevention guy dressed like a cop but wasn’t.

The loss prevention guy is asking me what I did with the 2 pairs of pants I had tried on earlier.

I immediately get mad.

“I don’t know” I said, “I guess I put it out on the rack”   I was starting to go into a panic attack with my anger rising faster than a lava inside a volcanic mountain.

And so it went back & forth, until I stepped back from the argument & traced my steps in my mind.    I walked over to were fitting room girl had the other clothes rack looked over at the very sloppy clothes rack she had.   Her rack looked like shit!  then found the damn pants I was accused of taking.

“oh said the fitting room girl”  I forgot.

So you bring in the loss prevention Nazi cop, humiliate me, and you don’t even say sorry?

I need to stop everyone, I’m getting mad. 

But my one question is this:

Why in the fuck are African Americans always targeted in clothes stores?  

I now refuse to go into any store unless accompanied by my Mother, or my Aunt.

Ross discount chain can go to Hell!

 

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Published by: The Lonely Shepard

Me: I grew up in an extremely abusive & disadvantaged family environment were both parents were really immature & their relationship messy! I was abducted by my Father at age 8 abused physically, mentally, degraded by his 2nd Wife, and I didn't see my Mother again until 4 years later, I had to risk my neck + my life to run off to seek help with the local police & this was way before there was any such laws on the books for child abuse. Think on that awhile. Had learning disabilities all throughout school by the time I graduated I learned nothing, was prepared for nothing out in the World. Think on that. Joined the United States Army right out of High School only reason I did join was that at the time there was an Army recruiter right on the High School campus & he took an interest in me. So I joined. I was really in over my head. But what else could I do? I lived with a single Mom who was emotionally unstable & I had ZERO support from anyone including the school staff + administrators. The military was hard & degrading to me as a woman but I got out with an honorable discharge. More about me: A series of dead end jobs, my mind was totally a mess after I got out of the Army, still had no support not even from the Veterans admin. My journey has been a total nightmare of: trying to find out about myself, learning about myself, how to live as an adult, all with no help. Now after long , and intensive filled journey I'm trying to get back on track with my life I want to go to school with the hope of one day attending University. I don't wish my journey on anyone. No one gave me guidance: as a child as a teen as a young adult I was all on my own! and it was real lonely , isolating, extremely frightening. Family? don't really have any. Now remember everyone I'm African American & I receive little to no respect I don't even warrant a speeding car that will slow down. "The person who sang the National Anthem sang the last note so high that no could reach it! That was intentional!" Belize from Tony Kushners play Angels In America. If you've read this far I will leave my email in case you want to leave me a msg. Those that are rude will get deleted immediately. Contact: Yogibeara425@hushmail.com

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