i went to the mall to do stuff and wanted to try on some sweaters and asked the clerk where the fitting rooms were. and this dude instantly had this quite severe sort of - disappointed stern adult look about him as he pointed me there. like, he was very sort of clean and clean shaven and had a fitted sweater and everything. and i had a hat and a beard and longish hair and i'm a young guy so like yeah i guess but still i mean dude - you work at the macy's, wtf am i supposed to be wearing to shop at a store and speak to you?
Service workers put up with shit 10x worse than this every day. Odds are, he was probably just having an off-moment or you distracted him while he was doing a different task (neither of which are your fault). Doesn't sound like he was judging you, or like you should he judging him for his reaction
I'm the guy from the shop. I wasn't judging you. I was just holding in a fart and hoped, you'd move on a little quicker so that I could let it rip without an audience.
I was visiting Burlington, Vermont to see a friend in the summer of 2011. I had tried some local burritos and drank at local breweries, and I was hungover. My friend and I rode bikes in the bike path.
Suddenly, I had to poop. And not just poop. I drank too much on burritos poop. We rode to the nearest bathroom along the path. There were two bathrooms, a male and female, solo toilet with locking door. Frustratingly, I ended up 2 paces behind so e other guy headed for the bathroom. I was legit clenching to avoid shitting my pants.
Women's room is open...
Welp, better than my pants or the bushes. And away I shit, splattering the bowl with comical reverberations.
I'm cleaning up, and I get a knock. Uh oh. The jig is up.
I exit to find a young 20-something girl. Mortified. Disgusted. Judging
"What the fuck is a man doing coming out of the women's bathroom?!" She asked loudly so as to draw attention.
"Well, It was an emergency, an-"
"I don't care if--"
Now normally, I'm not the kind of person to loudmouth over a Karen, but ooh boy. Something clicked.
-I don't live here
-she has to use the bathroom
-i don't
-it smells awful in there, and the seat is nice and toasty
So I interrupt "Ma'am I do not care. Have fun smelling my shit."
I turned, leaving her stunned, and left to meet my friend to continue our lovely ride down the bike path.
My point is most of life's uncomfortable situations are this moment in some way of another. Just remember that you don't have to shit, and the seat is warm.
Now you need to go back wearing the most expensive outfit and carrying lots of bags of clothes from expensive stores, find the guy, and say, "you guys work on commission, right? Big mistake."
I'd like to suggest a different reason for the likely judgement: You didn't see the obvious (in his view) sign for the fitting rooms.
Neither of you has to be 100% wrong in the situation. Just because he spends up 40 hours a week seeing that sign and 100% thinks it is GLARINGLY obvious doesn't mean you 100% didn't even try looking for the sign and possibly distracted him from a (perceived) important task to make up for your laziness.
It's a balance. You can both be 50% objectively correct or any variation of levels. The sign could have been higher or lower or a different look than you were used to AND you only glanced around and didn't really stop to look.
I know for a fact that I've been on both sides of this kind of scenario. Would bet most could find one of each in their lives, too. So it's a learning experience, remember that what is obvious/simple for one person (you/someone else) isn't obvious to another person (someone else/you) and try to act accordingly.
But the fart comment is very insightful, you know?
In many stores around me the fitting rooms are locked and require keys for entry due to theft. I'm not sure that was it. I'm wondering if OP is overthinking the situation and the guy just remembered something semi-traumatic from earlier in the day, or saw something bad happening behind OP or something.
Department store employees are weirdly conceited, especially if it's a fancier shop like Nordstrom. I don't know why, but it has been that way my whole life.
I experienced this a lot when I was younger and hanging out in certain circles but now find it quite hilarious considering what these people are actually doing for a living.
There's nothing wrong with the job, but working in a dying mall selling some name brand clothing doesn't make you hot shit.
Right? It's a pretty strange position to act superior over. Usually employee attitudes are heavily influenced by the management's attitudes, so I suppose that the management in those stores are huffing their own farts.
Hotels are way worse. It's all the same job regardless of how fancy the hotel is, but the more expensive chains like Mariott will have bizarrely elitist staff, mostly front desk and management.
Maybe his snooty judgement was that you were going to try to shoplift clothing. I’ve had employees make a really big point about counting my items etc at the same time as I see them just wave other people in with no big deal.