I went shopping at Bloomingdales with a couple of friends yesterday (hello ladies) and we couldn't help but observe the Bloomingdales culture on a Sunday afternoon. Frankly, I don't even know where to begin. I believe this may call for bullets:
- Animals: It is a universally known NY fact that women love to bring their little pooches with them wherever they go...I usually find these women to be a tad annoying (not because of their dogs but because they usually all have some sort of air about them). But at Bloomies yesterday, not only did we witness dogs roaming around on a leash instead of in a cute little carry bag, but these doggies weren't even little. I'm talking Golden Retrievers, German Shepherds...I mean come on. I have enough problems throwing down $400 dollars for a dress but I really don't need a coat of dog hair covering it.
- Eating: One of my friends swears by the frozen yogurt at Forty Carrots on the 7th floor, so while a few of us tried on unmentionables, the other ladies were upstairs buying $5.00 fro yo's. Strangely, the frozen yogurt area is right off of the bedding area...after my lingerie purchases, I headed upstairs to see people lounging on the beds (including my friends and soon to be me.) Bizarro scene. It really could have been the Great Lawn in Central Park on a spring day.
- Dating: My friend T told me her cousin goes to Bloomingdales to pick up women. One could say it's brilliant. A place filled with women, all on the hunt, decked out in their fancy threads and caked on faces...but the reality is, besides T's cousin being a total wanker, is that if a women spots a guy in Bloomingdales, she knows he is there with his wife, girlfriend or mistress so she rather not waste her time eyeing the guy when she can be checking out fabulous 3 inch heels. T's cousin has yet to score a date from the store but he gets an A for trying.
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