I stepped into the shop and started perusing the clothes on display. I can see her from the corner of my eye and I know it’s just a matter of time before she approaches me to offer her assistance. It’s their job, they all do that. If you are lucky, you get the (almost) sincerely happy one, asking you in a cheerful tone what they could do to help, maybe point you in the right direction. If you are not, she will be standing a few steps behind you looking on sullenly. The silence is almost unbearable when you can feel her eyes burning at your back, looking up and down your person and in 10 seconds, made up her mind about who you are, your station in life and more importantly, how you would never buy anything from the shop. Congratulations, you have been tagged as a time-waster, now bugger off so she can go back to gossiping with her colleagues or playing Facebook games.
I was lucky. Her voice was warm and upbeat. I’m pretty sure she was a man though that makes no difference to me. She took a quick look at me and asked,
“Helllloooo! Can I help you? What are you looking for?”
“Uh, just looking around, thanks.”
“Okay sure! Hey how about this dress? It really pretty and I think you’ll look great in it lah.”
It was a beautiful dress indeed. The material was soft and silky and the pattern striking but not loud. In short, gorgeous. The only problem was that halter necks do not agree with my fleshy upper arms.
“Cannot lah. I am fat and I will look fat in it.”
“No lah! This cut is different! I only have 3 of them left! ‘Cos got 70% discount you know! Normal price is RM300+. Very worth it now after the discount! You try lah!! I get your size for you!”
At this point, can I say that I was bullied to try on the dress? Well, you can’t be bullied if a small part of you wants to find out if it fits, or you fit and the end result may not be a total disaster, right? Off I went to the fitting room.
It doesn’t happen to me very often, but the dress was slightly too big for me. Even with the extra material swishing about, I could tell that it would have been lovely, if it fitted perfectly.
She took a look at me and said, “You wait ar, I go get one size smaller.”
And one size smaller it was. The bottom part was great. The upper part… well that was where my fat, fleshy upper arms yelled for mercy.
Disappointed. Cursed self aimlessly. She too looked slightly crestfallen. I was not under any illusions that she wanted it to be… I don’t know, a dress of promises and fulfilment? More like a missed sales. But it was okay, she was good about it.
“Sayang lah cannot fit. If you take it to the tailor and get it altered a bit, then good lah.”
“Yeah maybe, but I don’t have time lah. I want something for this weekend already.”
“Yah.. really sayang… plus it’s so cheap some more… I’ve got another customer.. Cina also… it was a bit too long for her but she bought it anyway ‘cos she really loved it and it’s on sale. She said she’s going to get it shortened.”
“Really? Oh well… I really liked it though. But no time lor.”
“Never mind lah. Next time you come again okay! Maybe we have something else for you!”
“Okay. Thank you yah..”
“You’re welcome. Come back again ar…. See you!”