I went into an A&F a few years ago with my teenage DD. It was hideous! It was dark, it stunk from their horrible cologne and the employees glared at us the whole time. My DD is tall and built and I thought they might at least pay attention to her, but no..she is a size 9 (she is also 5'9") and to them that may be obese
. So we start looking through racks. They had 3 rounders of shorts that were all exactly the same..cheek baring shorts, no jeans and a wall of t shirts that were all emblazoned with their name on the front. My DD said "there is nothing here, let's go" and I heard the two snotty clerks who were glaring at us say "Oh, not in your size!" The problem is, I actually DO fit in their sizes but I guess my age precluded me from getting waited on.
On to my never again. When I was a senior in high school,(1983) I was going to my first formal dance, my senior recognition. The morning of the dance, my step mom took me to get my hair done as a surprise. I was so excited and I knew exactly how I wanted it and had a picture. So we get to the salon, a little neighborhood place, I got a stylist who happened to be an older sister of a classmate. As most of the clientele was older, I was nervous thinking they wouldn't know how to do something 'fun' but getting someone not much older than me made me feel better..oh, was I mistaken. I have naturally curly hair that doesn't like to be controlled..not quite Shirley Temple, but it still was sometimes wild. I told the girl, after handing her the picture, that I wanted a body wave because when I had one before it helped with the untamed curl, but not a perm because I had tried one and it was horrible. I also said I only wanted about an inch of hair trimmed (just past my shoulders) and I did not want layers and they did not work well with my natural curls. I knew what bad haircuts could do to my hair so I knew what to rule out. She listened to me, studied the picture, and set out to work. We chatted about the dance, my dress, ect while she worked. It seemed as if she was cutting off more than I said, but as I have thick hair, I thought maybe she was just doing a section at a time. So in goes the perm and under a dryer I go with a magazine. By this time, my step mom comes back in, waves to me and sits to wait. When the stylist brings me over to take out the wraps , step mom comes over to see how it is turning out. Stylist starts in the back and all of a sudden I hear step mom gasp..oh that can't be good. She gets all finished and Voila..my hair is cut short and made to look worse by the TIGHT PERM!
I took one look in the mirror and bust out in tears ! Stylist is smiling and saying "Isn't this pretty??" I'm in hysterics, my step mom is saying "that isn't what she asked for!" and everyone is staring at us. As the owner comes running over, the stylist is trying to pick at it and using a hairdryer, which is now giving me a style only seen on the poodles at Westminster. I jumped up, ripped off the smock and walked out the door as my step mom is telling the owner she wasn't paying for it. SM comes out and hugs me, owner comes out and tries to get me to come back to fix it (shaving it might have been the only fix!), so SM goes home and I go around corner to friends house to cry to her. The look on her face was priceless when I walked in (now I can laugh about it). I made sure to tell everyone at school and others I knew to NEVER go there and especially never to let the stylist touch their heads. And every picture of me that night, in a gorgeous semi formal dress is me scowling because of the Qtip on my shoulders!