North of Spokane just twenty miles or so, Deer Park is the habitat of wildlife, firearms, and pickup trucks. So, when the hero took a vacation day and we drove up to buy a little truck, I dressed with care, as usual. My Deer Dynasty duds:
jeans (not too dressy, but with bling-butt) + thermal henley with sparkly buttons + colorful flannel
My accessories were respectable, as well.
white gold hoops from Pounders (upscale local jeweler), Columbia reversible leather belt, Oliberte sneakers
Dd said my hair looked good; I had on makeup. In Deer Park, I was perfectly well-received.
On return, we stopped at the little neighborhood auto licensing office, where we were treated with every courtesy. The problem showed on our way out of the building; you see, just across the hall is a really nice consignment store. While perusing their $5 rack in the hall, it occurred to me that I should go in and look for a nice dress for the upcoming wedding. I should have known better. (Still figuring out the picture thing; should be right-side-up if you click on it.)
I have become accustomed to being treated exceptionally well (read: spoken to in a friendly manner) pretty much everywhere I go these days. Not so @ The Reclothery! I had to get within 15 inches of one of the workers – and I was wearing one of their dresses! – for them to even acknowledge that I was there! (Ha ha! Is that overkill? Two exclamation points in one sentence? Clearly, this is an issue about which I have feelings ;).) And even then, I don’t think they looked me in the face.
Don’t read this as an absolute I-would-never-shop-there. Perhaps I will test them in the near future by returning dressed as my city-self. Perhaps I am alone in my preference for polite social interaction when shopping. But that, I guess, is a good question:
When you are out shopping or conducting other business, how do you prefer staff to interact with you?