Tres-Chic

Yet another upmarket ladies’ clothing store in Malahide (the place is teeming with them!)
I know I’m not middle-​aged, and I don’t have the diamond-​encrusted look about me, but when I enter a store I expect the sales assistants to greet me just like they would any other customer, or at least to acknowledge my presence.
Neither of these things happened, and it wasn’t as if I was on a flying visit. There happened to be an amazingly good sale on, so I was having quite the rummage.
I was disappointed to find my existence not affirmed in the slightest after say 15 minutes in the store. What, am I invisible?
There were two sales assistants on duty at the time, and the shop is not the biggest one I’ve ever seen, so there really is no excuse.
Or maybe the excuse was the woman in the change rooms at the time? They were extremely attentive towards her, and spent enormous amounts of time and energy fishing around the store for outfits to complement her body shape and the items she’d already selected. I guess she was a regular, or at the very least had the ‘ready money’ look about her.
Maybe next time I’ll flash my credit card as I walk in the store. If there is a next time, that is. I very much doubt it.