Business is that good?

Yesterday's weather was absolutely gorgeous! After a morning bike ride, I came home to clean up, eat, and head out again. I had a few errands to run, and ended up out at Zona Rosa (for those unfamiliar, it's an outdoor shopping center). It was such a nice day - and I haven't been casually shopping in a long time - that I was really enjoying just walking around looking in different shops.

One shop (that shall remain nameless until I get annoyed enough to divulge) had its doors propped open. I had never been in this shop and decided I should take a spin inside. So, in I went. I had only been through the doors about 2 seconds when a voice comes from behind me, "what are you shopping for today?" I simply said that it was so nice, I was just out looking around. The voice, belonging to a sales clerk, who-in my estimation-was older than I am. She had bleached hair (no offense to every blonde), and apparently hadn't spoken for a while, 'cause she had lots to say to me.

Anyway, she responded to my comment that I was just looking with a "are you shopping for your daughter?" I turned around and said, "I don't have a daughter", and kept walking through the store. My new best friends says, "you don't?...well, our target market is 17..."

I think I responded with something like, "oh, should I not be in here?" To which, the obvious response was that I was welcome to look around.

Are you kidding me? Are you really standing there telling me that I shouldn't be in your store if I'm not shopping for someone other than myself, 'cause I'm clearly NOT the target market!?! Too funny.

I understand the whole open ended question to start the sales interaction, but I've never heard of telling someone that they aren't your target market. Interesting sales approach. Lemme know how that's working out!

The funniest part of the whole ordeal is that I think she realized how ridiculous her earlier statement was, because she never stopped talking in the time it took me to get from the back of the store out the front door. I mean, every table of tees or tanks were just soooo cute, she wanted to be sure she pointed them out to me - ya know, pointed out the tees and tanks that the 17 year old (that I clearly am not) would want to purchase.