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First of all I had no business being in Macy’s, especially the 34th Street Mothership. But I was in the neighborhood, I needed a bra, and so there I was strolling through the lingerie department like I had money and boobs.
When I got up to the cashier, she was there but not there. No greeting. No “Welcome to Macy’s. Did you find what you were looking for?” Nothing. As a matter of fact she was on the store phone, handset wedged between her right ear and shoulder, left hand vaguely extended toward me to take my items, her eyes looking up and off into the distance, but not at me. So I waited. I waited for her to hang up the phone and focus. I wasn’t just purchasing. I had questions. READ MORE...