I wanted to return a pair of tights, which admittedly I'd worn, but they were about 5 inches too short, and they're measurements on the back were wrong. So I went into the shop, having stuffed the tights back into the packet and tried to exchange them for a longer pair. The hot, probably Scandinavian, girl behind the desk took one look at them, looked into my wandering eyes and knew I was a massive liar. "You've worn them..." she said, while possibly the best looking man I'd ever seen opened the till next to her.
"Umm, no" I replied, completely monotone.
She looked at me again, "I can see that you have".
Now, this was my fault as they were white tights, and the souls were discoloured from my fucking biker boots. As the hot guy looked over, I was faced with several options. a) continue to deny all knowledge of wearing them, b) admit it and laugh about it, c) run out crying. Unfortunately, I don't bode well with embarrassment, and probably could have come across much cooler, but I chose 'a' and for some reason couldn't say anything except "no".
"Well I can't exchange them because you have worn them" she stated, beginning to get quite annoyed.
Not only had I been defeated, but completely humiliated in the process, "No I haven't. But ok," I muttered and walked out with my tail between my legs, and I could feel the burn of her pretentious stare on my back (only magnified by her huge fake stupid Buddy Holly glasses). How embarrassing.
Fuck you Urban Outfitters.
