lördag 11 december 2010

Zara; love-hate relationship

Usually, workers in a clothing store will repeatedly kiss up, offer assistance and tell me that color goes great with my eyes. Not in ZARA. No one greets you, no one cares and the cashier needs a Zoloft. It's not H&M. It's ZARA. The place I get 80% of my clothes.

ZARA, you are Spanish, have PMS and are in fashion. Thankfully, there are three of you in Zürich in case I get blacklisted if asking for too much help (inevitable).

And don't let the door hit on your way out...

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