coach official online store doudoune coach pas cher paris femme france

coach official online store the office security pass peeking out from my bulky handbag. I am not a soccer mom from the suburbs, but to this girl in her gold lam tube top and terry short shorts, flashing a wad of chartreuse gum I am predictable and lame and uncool enough to be utterly invisible.Worse yet, I am expecting her to do her job. Not demanding, just standing within her sightlines, needing her to perform a function. All she need do is direct me to one of the free change rooms in this all but empty American Apparel outlet, but the shopgirl makes it abundantly clear that this task is a) distasteful, b) beneath her and c) unjustifiably sapping of the energy, wit and charm she is storing for other more worthy endeavours such as (I'm guessing here) short filmmaking and shagging her bike courier boyfriend.I'm trying not to hate her back. But inimical encounters with needlessly resentful retail staff are all too common. And given that the back to school frenzy is upon us, I feel the need to speak out on behalf of abused and demoralized customers everywhere.As for the shopgirl, I feel her pain: I, too, was once 19 and bored and working a dead end summer job in a gold lam tube top. Okay, not that last thing, but you get the point. What I want to say to her is: I get it, honey. You hate your job. You hate your life. You're thinking about enrolling in the marketing program at your local community college but you're afraid your poetry slam friends will drop you for "selling out." Your boyfriend goes by the street name Pewk, your roommate is a drunk, your parents are morons and the pit bull puppy you adopted from the pound can't