I read on another site that a mother & daughter were out shopping at an up-scale department store (not top of the line - upper middle I guess you'd have to characterize it as). They were in clean denim jeans and nice tops with casual shoes, as they had been cleaning house at the ranch earlier that day............they were almost ignored - until someone spotted that the older woman's purse was a COACH leather bag (even on eBay, a used Coach bag rarely sells for less than $50 USA - new is four times that price or more - real leather, stamped with an ID number, and a LIFETIME warranty where you can send it back for repairs/refurbishing of hardware or lining).
You know, your story reminds me of an experience of my own.
In my city, there are two fancy, upscale shops, who both sell high-end clothing, furniture, house hold items, make-up, etc. Or rather, one of them *is* very fancy, the other one would just like to be (it is a nice store, but not that nice). They're as good as neighbors, btw.
So, how can you tell the difference between a nice store and a *really* nice store?
Well, back when I was in my early twenties, which means I had funny colored hair, heavy "punkish" make-up, torn jeans, facial piercings and all that, I went to the would-be fancy store to look at panty hose. They didn't want to serve me. The two sales girls literally walked away when I walked towards them. I left, after telling them they were an embarrasment to the good name of the store.
A couple of months later, still looking pretty much the same, though I had by now added an old officer's jacket from the Soviet army to my "look", I went to the *real* fancy store. I walked around for a couple of minutes and noticed that... hey... nobody's following me to see if I'd steal something (which I'd obviously never do, but I was used to people thinking I would). After walking around another minute, a very posh looking shop assistant in a suit that probably cost as much as I make in a year, came up to me. "May I help you, madam, or are you merely browsing?" I told him what I was looking for. "Well, if madam would care to follow me"...
He spent 15-20 minutes helping me find the correct teensy weensy little thingie in exactly the right color, costing basically nothing compared to most of the other stuff in the store. After I bought the thing, he came up to me again at the cash register; "Have a nice day, and I'll be looking forward to seeing you (the formal, polite you (we have two "you's" in Danish) again at "Store Name". I noticed he did the exact same thing to the lady in the 50.000 kroner fur coat in front of me.
And that's how you recognize a fancy store from a would-be fancy one.