…you’re the cruelest of them all.
I mean now really. Who the hell came up with the placement of the three way mirror, another one mounted on the opposing wall, ghastly fluorescent lighting, all in a three by four cell for us to try on new clothes while eyeing every bulge, roll, and dimple in sight? Wasn’t there one fat person on the “designing-of -the-fitting-room” committee to put a halt to it all? Someone with a heart?
I had considerable time to contemplate my anger towards the architects of such horrors a number of years ago when I managed to get my fat ass stuck inside one when I couldn’t get the door opened. The door seemed a little sticky upon entering so I pushed on it real good to get it shut tight…so good that I couldn’t get it opened when I was ready to make my escape from the torture….the round, silver handle just keep turning without catching the latch and I was stuck! As luck would have it I also got a sassy seventeen year old sales associate asking if I was sure I was turning the handle properly and what did I want her to do about it as she had lots of other customers to take care of as well? Oh no she didn’t…. ”For starters, sweetheart, imprisoned customers take precedence over the ones walking around freely…and yes I am quite sure that by age thirty five I know how to turn a freakin’ door handle properly. Now walk over to the phone and call for help…a manager, maintenance, perhaps security…or pass me a hatchet over the top and I will swing my way outa here.”
So, like I said, I had lots of time on my hands to think this all over as they cleared the fitting rooms of the other women while the man with the right tools entered to extricate me. There was talk of them calling Mall Security and the freakin’ Fire Department for God’s sake…I wonder what the code was for “fat lady stuck in fitting room and needs assistance” would be? Luckily it didn’t come to that but I did try to make my time productive.
I was big into selling back in those days and couldn’t help but think they would sell a whole lot more if they made a few improvements to the “trying on” experience. Here’s what I came up with as I tried to get my breathing under control while locked up.
1. There should be a sticker on the mirror that states “OBJECTS IN MIRROR ARE MUCH SMALLER AND SMOOTHER THAN THEY APPEAR.”
2. There should be an Affirmation Button that when pressed tells us in a soothing voice such things as “This too shall pass” or “Breathe in through the nose, out through pursed lips to lower your blood pressure” or “You are unique and wonderful just as you are?”
3. A shot of Jameson or perhaps a nice Chardonnay should be offered upon entering.
4. Mood lighting is a must. Dimmer switches would be de-light-ful!! (That little gem just came to me…not during my imprisonment!)
5. The staff should automatically get you the same garment in larger sizes as they know “it’s running small”… without you having to hang your half naked self out the door and yell a really big number to them.
6 An AED, first aid kit, and oxygen tank should be on standby in the event of an emergency. The business cards of therapists specializing in anxiety attacks should also tastefully displayed.
7. A comfortable seating area for friends and family* waiting on us with lots of magazines, games, TV’s, beverages to keep them busy.
8. Options should be given to the consumer…mirrorless rooms where you only want to go by “feel,” single mirrors rooms when you want to see yourself coming but not going, and for the very brave rooms with mirrors everywhere so you can see yourself coming and going.
*Friends and family can be a curse or a blessing in these situations…pick carefully. Under no circumstances should friends shop together if they are going to the same event…their need to look better might influence how they think you look…it is all subconscious and therefore no one’s fault you understand!
Years later, fitting rooms still give me the hibby jibbies. (Maybe it’s a form of Post Traumatic Stress Syndrome considering I was in a cell for forty five minutes against my will, huh??) I tried something on a few weeks ago and not only looked green, but every imperfection was highlighted and magnified in the reflection of poor lighting. Guess what…didn’t buy the item…retailers are missing the boat big time here!
Try on in Comfort! Gillian