Why I don't like shopping at places like American Eagle.

I'm sitting at home, alone in my room scanning over various social networking sites. Soon, I have looked over any fresh, new information and I become bored with what I am doing. I sit a little longer contemplating what I would like to do in order to free myself of this boredom. I realize that anyone I would like to hang out with is busy with work, school, or other things that occupy their time. I have already eaten. I would really like to not sit in my apartment, let alone my room, any longer. Finally, I become restless enough that I jump up, grab my phone (heaven forbid I ever leave with out it), purse, and keys, and drive off to the nearest shopping facility. I arrive at the mall and begin wandering around aimlessly, not really expecting to buy anything; just look around enough to tease my 'shopping taste buds' and to relieve myself of the aforementioned boredom. I don't mind shopping alone. In fact, I actually enjoy it, and sometimes prefer to be alone while shopping. I enter American Eagle and focus my attention straight to the clothes, hoping that those who work there do not notice me and will let me be. But of course, one approaches.

"Can I help you find anything today?"

She is awfully nice. Too nice, actually. I can practically taste the rather blatant act of kindness that she puts on.

"Nope, I'm just looking around." And I turn back to the clothes, hoping she takes a hint.

"Have you heard of the deals we have going on today?", she asks.

"Nope", is all I say, still focused on the pair of jeans in front of me, again hoping that she takes the hint.

Of course she has to stand there and explain to me every detail of every sale they have going on. I smile and nod politely wishing she would just go away so I can shop alone.

"Let me know if you need anything!"

She finally walks away. Hallelujah! I am free to roam the store on my own.

Or so I think.

Not even five minutes pass by, and yet another eager-to-make-a-sale worker comes up to me.

And the process starts over. I keep playing nice, but never make eye contact, hoping she will take a hint and leave me alone. Didn't she see the other girl talking to me? Do these people even work off commission? I don't remember people being THIS annoying when I was 14 years old, but perhaps they assumed back then that of course I didn't have any money; I was way too young to even have a job.

I pick out some clothes that I think are cute, with no real intention of buying them; just wanting to try them on.

"Can I get a dressing room started for you?" The second girl comes up to me again.

"Sure, but I'm just going to head back there right now, anyway."

She takes my clothes I picked out, and I follow her to the back of the store.

"Let me know if you need any different sizes or anything else!" She really is trying way too hard.

I start trying on the clothes I picked out. I like to take my time looking at my choices on me, trying to determine if I would ever actually wear them in public. Maybe I could even just buy them now, and if I decide I don't like them, then I can bring them back.

Not two minutes have passed.

"Everything working out for you?", the same girl asks.

"Yep", I say dryly.

I hear her footsteps slowly faint away as she walks out of the area. I continue to try on my clothes, still taking my time. Not even two minutes have passed by again.

"Hows everything going?" It's the same girl.

"Good", I say again dryly, although in my head I am thinking, "Everything has remained the same since one minute ago when you asked me the exact same question". I'm way too nice.

This happens about two more times.

Finally, I decide to get some items, thinking in the back of my mind that I might just be returning them. I go to the register, pay for them as quickly as I can, and leave the store and the mall all together.

I hate shopping at places like that.