The dialogue is always the same: "I need to return this. It didn't fit. I wore it once."
One fitter described it as "watching someone buy shoes that are three sizes too small and being told to smile about it." If you want to summon the Lingerie Salesman’s Worst Nightmare instantly, do not say "Bloody Mary" into a mirror. Instead, say: "Bachelorette party, 3 PM, Saturday." The Lingerie Salesman S Worst Nightmare
The customer insists she is a 34B. You look at her. She is clearly a 30DD. You bring her a 30DD. She scoffs. "I’m not a porn star," she says. "I'm a mother." The dialogue is always the same: "I need to return this
The salesman stands outside the door, holding sizes they didn't ask for, listening to shrieks of laughter. Bras are thrown over the door. A woman emerges wearing a corset backwards. Another asks if the crotch of a thong goes in the front or the back . Instead, say: "Bachelorette party, 3 PM, Saturday