Going to expensive and luxury shops is not funny if you are not a footballer wife or similar. You go there, and most of times you get humiliated by the shop-assistants. My cousin, who is a doctor, does not care about Gucci or Valentino, she thinks is really stupid paying so much money for things which are just to wear, but she earns money enough to buy something in there. Last weekend we were in Chanel, and after the shock of seeing how ugly the garments are in person, I had a very interesting thought about shop-assistants' attitude. At Chanel are better than at Topshop? I don't think so. They are standing there, with their intolerant expression, their last season so-ugly-we-couldn't-sell-it suit, their rigid posture, their automatic and careless walk, and maybe if you are lucky, they allow you to see the things they have at the shop and they don't invite you -always smiling- to go out of the shop if you're not buying anything. The thing is: who they think they are? I've never known a person who worked there, but I don't think their salaries are too high, probably the opposite. That is why I don't get how they still could look furiously at you when you go there, especially in our time, when someone who has a lot of money could go with jeans and converse, and when there are thousands of fashion freaks with a Gucci bag and her house impound? It's not logical at all. I don't like to generalize, but it's not the first time it happens to me. *It only happens to me in Spain.
Ir a tiendas caras es realmente una tortura humillante si no eres la mujer de un futbolista/profesi�n similar. Mi prima es m�dica, y realmente le dan igual Gucci y Valentino, en realidad piensa que es incluso est�pido gastarse tanto dinero en una prenda, pero ella gana dinero suficiente como para comprarse lo que quiera en esas tiendas. Por eso no comprendo la actitud de las dependientas. El pasado finde fuimos a Chanel, y despu�s del shock de ver in situ las atrocidades de Karly (porque Dios m�o, que FEA era toda la ropa en general), como no hab�a nada m�s interesante que ver all�, me fij� en la actitud de las dependientas. Ni siquiera "hola" cuando entramos, y all� se pusieron ellas, impasibles, tras el mostrador, con la actitud de quien mira a un pobre mendigo que no tiene que comer, con su rostro intolerante, sus horribles trajes -probablemente los que no pudieron vender hace varias temporadas-, su r�gida postura, su paso descuidado y autom�tico. Y yo pens�, qui�n se creen que son? Sinceramente no conozco a nadie que trabaje en tiendas as�, y por lo tanto lo que estoy hablando son suposiciones, pero no creo que ganen un sueldo para tirar cohetes, supongo que vivir�n en un piso m�s o menos igual de grande que el de la media espa�ola, con la hipoteca, etc. Adem�s, hoy en d�a no s� ni c�mo se atreven a hacer eso, si el m�s millonario puede ir en vaqueros y all star rotas, y la fashionista m�s cool puede tener su casa embargada gracias al �ltimo par de Manolos. Es tan rid�culo que no tiene ning�n tipo de explicaci�n, y de momento, s�lo me ha pasado en Espa�a, ya lo dicen por ah�, Spain is different...





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