Zara JHB is
one of the saving graces of fashion. A cute dress here and a boy-friend blazer
there, at somewhat reasonable prices keep me going back.
However the
shop assistants at Zara are the most sour and morose bunch I have come cross in a
while.
If it’s not the snooty gate keeper at the fitting rooms
unable to even say hello, his interest only on scanning the clothes and
keeping you behind the line; then it’s the sulky walk around-s whom
I thought were there to be my personal shopper, however I
soon realized how wrong I was when a request for a different size led to a
gloomy shop girl dragging herself across the store as though the
sound of her shoes were reminding me how much they didn't need my money.
What a pity and a shame because I really like Zara. But the
clothes aren’t worth the abuse of the fitting room assistant shouting at you to
stay behind the line. I may be a bit sensitive but If I am spending my money I
damn well deserve some respect.
