Telling Details

As I try to maintain the daily hustle and bustle of the Banana Republic fitting rooms, anxious customers with clothes filled arms begin to form a line at the entrance. Many of them look through the massive stack of go-backs while others stare at me shooting hurried glances eager to get a room. Annoyance fills the vicinity as women impatiently check the hands on their watch; some of them tempted to abandon their garments with me and leave before getting caught up in the madness.

The first room becomes available and I lead a woman to the door offering my assistance if needed. Seconds pass and the woman sticks her head out of the room asking my opinion on a deep eggplant blouse she has decided to try. She wonders if it looks too tight and requests a larger size. I use my walkie talkie to call for a size-run as the line of eager women continues to grow. As soon as I receive the blouse in a larger size, I see the woman now in front of the full length mirror in the middle of the rooms. I walk closer and hear another woman compliment her on the beautiful top and her slim figure. The woman notices the enormous piece of fabric in my hand and with a smile, she declines my offering.