I was shopping at the mall the other day. I've been in a financial rut for months so it felt good to do a little retail therapy. So I go into this one store that's kind of a favorite of mine. I browse around, find some things to try on and then go to pay. When I get to the register, the girl asks if I have their reward card. I don't have it on me and she offers to look it up on the computer. I pause for a second. I know I haven't been in this store in a while. And it's been six months since my legal name change. So I say "It would be under (insert male name here)." Then I ask her if she can change the name. She asks her supervisor only to find out they can't. I would have to call and explain myself. So I ask if she can check the old account to see if I've accrued anything worthwhile. "No, I would need the card. Would you like to just open a new one?" Duh. So she signs me up again but with the correct name this time.
Just when you think you're done outing yourself to everyone, some stupid thing like this happens and you have to suffer the indignation once again. Boy is it tiresome.
So later I spy a LADY Footlocker. I've been thinking of getting new running shoes soon anyway so I pop in to see what they have. I walk over to the wall with the shoes and pick up a few pairs to check the price. Then the salesgirl says, "Let me know if I can help you with something, sir" I immediately put the shoe down and walked out. I mean seriously. I was wearing skinny jeans, cute knee high boots, a tight sweater (boobs rather obvious), carrying a purse and my long hair was down. (Think your average girl in casual chic.) And I'm shopping in a store that only caters to women. All I could think of as I walked out was that she just lost a sale. But as I stewed a bit longer it did get my ire up and I was tempted to go back and complain. But I didn't.
Does this kind of stuff ever end? I just want to get on with my life.