So this is from the inside of my dressing room at American Eagle. Have you ever seen this kind of technology in a dressing room before? No - I'm not talking the door handle, which is pretty upscale for me what with it being so many steps above the sliding public-bathroom-like lock or the even more neaderthal cloth curtain that I'm accustomed to. I'm talking about that blue button there above the door-handle. It isn't a cute, glowy decoration. It's a buzzer linked directly to the headset of the hip girl who unlocked the dressing room for me. She told me if I needed any different sizes to ring the bell and she'd take care of me.
I almost didn't believe it would really happen. I pressed the button pretty nervously when my pants didn't fit right. Then when she did come I was all apologetic about her having to get me new pants. I felt like such a punk that I didn't get it right the first time. Then it took forever for her to come back and bring me the pants again during which time I had no idea what to do with my fidgeting self in that small space and I started to feel a little annoyed with the system. Then when the hip girl and the pants finally arrived I thanked her profusely even as she was apologizing when she noticed that she had brought me the skinny jean instead of the wide-leg jean. To which I said, "Well I don't know the difference anyway so it's all good," and I thanked her right out of the room even though for me, if a jean is labeled "skinny" it might as well be labled "doused in flesh-eating toxins."
It was just another testament to me folks, just another testament that me and technology are star-crossed lovers. The fates have decided it is simply not to be.
2 comments:
Was Sidekick Sister with you? Because my kids wouldn't be able to leave that technology button alone!!
Sidekick Sister wanted to stay home and watch shows - suprised the socks off of me.
But they planted that piece of technology above toddler height I think - pretty darned smart if you ask me.
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