Slow Rise 7:30
After no exercise for nearly 4 weeks, I’m afraid to try on last year’s summer things. I’m debating on whether I should I go to Curves or go shopping at Kohls?
Logically, Kohls. There’s nothing like trying on clothes to motivate a renewed Curves workout.
Now where did I put that Kohl’s scratch off 15, 20, or jackpot 30%? off coupon?
I have found that shopping at Kohls versus shopping at say a Nordstrom’s is a totally different experience.
When I walk into one of the women's departments at Kohls, I am not greeted by a sales person. In fact I am pretty much left on my own to wander from department to department for as long I want without having someone asking me if they “May help me find something?”
In Kohls, when I gather up an armful of clothes to try on, a sales person doesn’t offer to "start a dressing room for you?"
In Kohls there is a sign on the wall which advises, "Please be considerate of other customers by limiting 5 items in the dressing room". But, no one is at the door, stopping me, counting my items or handing me a large green number.
In Kohls a smartly dressed sales associate is not there to offer her syrupy opinion of “Oh, I like that on you, but I think you should try on the smaller size.”
In Kohls I make my own decisions. I can, and usually do, select pants that I can button, and also make sure that there is a little wiggle room in case of “ahem”, shrinkage.
In Kohls, when I get up to the register, after waiting for the ten others in front of me to complete their purchase, I am warmly greeted with “How are you today?"
In Kohls, while it’s true that my pants and tops are not individually folded, wrapped in tissue paper and placed carefully in a sturdy shopping bag, they are put, hangers and all, into a roomy gigunda gray plastic bag.
And of course there is this:
Rico sporting his new summer look.
When I walk into one of the women's departments at Kohls, I am not greeted by a sales person. In fact I am pretty much left on my own to wander from department to department for as long I want without having someone asking me if they “May help me find something?”
In Kohls, when I gather up an armful of clothes to try on, a sales person doesn’t offer to "start a dressing room for you?"
In Kohls there is a sign on the wall which advises, "Please be considerate of other customers by limiting 5 items in the dressing room". But, no one is at the door, stopping me, counting my items or handing me a large green number.
In Kohls a smartly dressed sales associate is not there to offer her syrupy opinion of “Oh, I like that on you, but I think you should try on the smaller size.”
In Kohls I make my own decisions. I can, and usually do, select pants that I can button, and also make sure that there is a little wiggle room in case of “ahem”, shrinkage.
In Kohls, when I get up to the register, after waiting for the ten others in front of me to complete their purchase, I am warmly greeted with “How are you today?"
In Kohls, while it’s true that my pants and tops are not individually folded, wrapped in tissue paper and placed carefully in a sturdy shopping bag, they are put, hangers and all, into a roomy gigunda gray plastic bag.
And of course there is this:
Where else can you shop and save more money than you spent?
That’s not to say that I don’t, from time to time, enjoy the pampering and extraordinary customer service which is offered at say a Nordstrom’s, but today, it was a “leave me alone” Kohls kind of day.
One thing I don’t understand, and this seems to be common in all clothing stores, is why all of them have the brightest, most unflattering florescent lighting and mirrors that surely must be manufactured by the same companies who install mirrors in fun houses.
Curves for sure on Monday!
Rico sporting his new summer look.
After
Before
