The girls and I went to David's Bridal today to look at Bridesmaids dresses. Here are a few highlights - there are seriously too many horrible things to even be able to share them all. Keep in mind I was very pleasant and happy to be looking for these dresses, but after endless attitude and rudeness, the old me came out Philly style and I had enough.
1. We waited for 30 minutes after our appt time for them to "clean" the dressing rooms. When we finally got back there, the rooms were full of old dresses, bras and spanks. If by cleaning she meant trashing the place, then they did a good job.
2. Our "helper" asked what look I was going for, and I said "Teal, vintage and I didn't want anything shiny." She said "It's called Tafetta, not shiny. Maybe you just need to not be so picky cuz a lot of our stuff comes in that fabric." WOW! Superior customer service right there.
3. After taking us to the room, she left and never came back. It had to be another 30 minutes before I finally went over to the dresses myself and started grabbing stuff while the girls picked out what they liked. I'm not sure if that's how it works, but when I'm asked 1000 questions about what I want it gives me the impression you are going to bring me stuff in said description.
4. One of my girls wears a size 14. While we were at the rack for the 5th time, the helper came over to ask what we were doing. She then grabbed an 18 and when my girl said it was too big, she said "Really? Cuz I think it will fit you just right." Then she tried it on anyway, it was huge on her and when she said she didn't like it, the helper says "Why, cause you're so short?" REALLY????? So I said "No, because it's fahking ugly."
5. After being left hanging around for about another hour with no sight of her, I told the girls to get dressed because we were leaving. I went over to the helper who was assisting people who walked in an hour after us (party of 10...yup more money there so just forget all about us) and told her we were leaving. She pulled me aside and said "I think I know what is going on here. Your short friend isn't happy with her weight. It's really hard to find a dress that flatters a heavier girl. It's YOUR day honey, so just get what you like the best and I'll ring you up. Some people are just miserable and that isn't your problem." I absolutely lost my mind on her, saying things I won't repeat because they were really low and really childish. Ummm that's my best friend who's in my wedding. Let's not talk trash on her, k?
6. Saved the BEST FOR LAST. On the way out the door, I saw a weird pile right outside the glass door. As I walked out, I see it is puke. I also see some chick sitting on the curb puking everywhere. Then I realize why my hand it wet, and turn around to see puke running down the inside of the door. One of my girls also touched it....not sure how we didn't see it, but it was nasty.
I went back in and asked to use the restroom to wash our hands and explained the puke. The other extremely helpful a$$hole says "Oh I know. I just haven't been able to get to it yet." So I said "REALLY? Because I think puke on your door is number fahking one priority considering it is getting all over your customers hands. This place is terrible."
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