I went to Target this morning for the Jason Wu collection. I got there about 10 minutes before the store opened and there was already a line at the door about 20 people deep… I was meeting a friend and she was about 13 minutes behind me.
When the doors opened, ladies rushed the collection and grabbed everything that they could get their hands on, as fast as they could get their hands on it. It was like one of those bridal dress sales that you read about… at least no one was trampled.
It was really weird, actually. I grabbed a few things that looked cute (and a couple of extra in different sizes for my friend who was now minutes behind me.
This is what the racks looked like at about 8:09 (store opened at 8).
Four racks. Empty.
All of the accessories.
I don’t think I understood that I’d have to put up a fight, maybe elbow my way through the crowd a bit in order to get something.
Fighting to spend money. Ok?
I think the thing that shocked me in all of this (and if you ask my friend, actually really pissed me off), is the guy that made at least 6 rounds through the Jason Wu stuff, bought a basket full and then went back for more, without even looking at labels, style, price – clearly preparing to resell it for a profit.
He was literally taking things out of people’s uncertain hands. I asked him, “are you really buying all of that?” To which he said, “ya, I have 3 sisters…” So I said, “you should probably look at the sizes then…” And he just kept making his rounds, taking stuff as it came out of the dressing room, as it was being put back on racks and, literally, out of people’s hands if they were “unsure”.
I saw him buy cartloads of clothes and then I assume he would take it to his car and come back in.
He had at least 3 of everything. I wasn’t stalking him (I swear), I just kept seeing him.
He’s either a good businessman or an asshole.
I vote asshole.
Ok, that might be a bit harsh, but seriously, he was ridiculous.
Really, you need thousands of dollars of clothes for your “sisters”?
He had a dress in my size, one that I really wanted – the one that I went in for – and I think that’s when I got really aggravated. Because he didn’t care what he had – he just knew he wanted it all.
In the end, I don’t need any new clothes. And I got a really cute raincoat, which I was happy to walk away with. And my friend got some cute stuff… so all was good, I just can’t stand the greed.
Seriously, I don’t understand it.
Be grabby. Fine.
Take too much at first and decide.
I get that.
But make 6 trips and grab everything and anything you can find?
I’m over it now, I swear 🙂
On a positive note, the women (most of them, eh hem) were really nice. And wanted to share. Maybe it was because we all bonded over the jerkface stealing all of our clothes. 🙂