I work in the Pearl District and as a result, I get to enjoy shopping at a lot of swanky boutiques. Granted, I buy stuff on sale/clearance, but I like nice things and it's fun. I like good service, and I like being treated like a regular at the stores I frequent. Case in point: Bonnet, my favorite store. Love this place and have probably tried on every hat in the shop. They constantly have new and wonderful things in, and best yet, they are so patient and helpful! (And honest if something doesn't look good on me. That's priceless.)
A bad example and my new least favorite place in the world: French Quarter Linens. I love their linens and fantasize about the day I could drop $1200 on a duvet. (Not sarcasm: the fabric is incredible.) They're a block or so away from my office, and Monday after lunch, I ambled in to look around and touch the duvets. I thought, heck, maybe I can afford a pillowcase or hankie or something.
Two sales people in the back, a man and a woman, talking amongst themselves. I am the only potential customer in the store. I'm dressed to go to court.
But...I am completely ignored. After a few minutes, I thought this was odd, and I walked towards the back. I walked directly in front of them. Twice. They continued their conversation and didn't bother to acknowledge my presence at all.
Maybe they sensed my student loan debt load when I walked in. Maybe they're having a bumper year and don't need to woo new business. Anyway, I was absolutely shocked. When I hit the big time, I guess I'll have to find my expensive linens elsewhere. Jerks.