PINT-SIZED Donald yells at style starlet, Bethenny, for treading on 'his' sidewalk. She radiates in lace blouson, paired with washed-out denim and vertiginous heels. Frankie maid a mental note of her resplendent style. Onlookers urge her to yell back but her wasp spray works better.
WHILE SHOPPING FOR HIS LATEST INSPIRED LOOK, Frankie visits the fitting room several times until he finally finds his perfect ensemble: a pale denim trousers, coupled with a short, hooded jacket.
LIU: (trying on dress in fitting room)
Shit!
REBEKAH: (waiting outside fitting room)
You okay inside there?
Yes. Come inside for a minute please
REBEKAH GOES IN
Rebekah;
How can I help. This feels weird. I can't stay long.
No problem. Just take a picture of me in this dress.
why do you need a picture in it now? Isn't it insane?
For my facebook
For your Facebook? We have no time for that. it's best you take all the pictures you want at the party tonight.
I'll not be buying it
How come? It looks lovely on you and we don't have the time to search for another dress.
WHISPERS
GIGGLES
REBEKAH COMES OUT
Katherine:
Why did she need you in the fitting room?
Rebekah:
(whispers) She tore the dress when she tried to take it off.
OH NO! She will have to pay for it. What she gonna do?
I don't know
LIU COMES OUT, RETURNS DRESS TO THE RACK UNDER THE FITTING ROOM ASSISTANT'S GAZE.
Fitting Room Assistant?
How was it?
(blurts out) It did not FIT! (hesitantly) It's a little...tor..too BIG for me
Fitting Room Assistant:
Really(incredulously)
Shopper outside Fitting room
UGH! It stinks around here?
Voice in Fitting Room:
I'm sorry. There is no damn air freshener in here. Can you believe it? And where was the vomit bucket when I needed it?
Shopper: UGH! How disgusting!
FITTING ROOM ASSISTANT:
I detest working in the fitting rooms. HORRID!
TILL OPERATOR:
Everything I know about fashion and public grooming is from the Fitting room. Why the hell didn't they let me work there today. I feel so bored on the damn till. UGH!
Merchandiser:
Could have been worse. Last week, we saw urine streaming out the fitting room while a cusomter was supposedly 'trying on' an item
SHOPPER:
My husband only buys clothes in packets. Very few shoppers wash themselves before trying on clothes
MANAGER:
Open your eyes. Get on your feet. It's does not look good sleeping on the job
Well, we have just one customer now, and he's in the changing room. and I wasn't sleeping; just meditating.
SHOPPER COMES OUT, HEADS STRAIGHT TO THE EXIT
MANAGER CHECKS FITTING ROOM
Manager: ( fitting room assistant)
She forgets her dress. Call her back!
Fitting Assistant: (examines item)
That was'nt the item she entered the fitting room with
MANAGER:
Well, find something else to do until its gets busy
Fitting room assistant:
(sarcastically) like what? SQUATS?
SHOPPER: (interrupts)
Can you help me find a size EXTRA SMALL dress, please?
Who are you buying it for?
(sarcasm) My boyfriend...I am buying it for myself, you DULLARD!
(points) Look on that rack over there. Good Luck! (chuckles) Even models from Milan Fashion Week are likely to find anything over there.
How rude!You belong in the back, cleaning up after everyone else, NOT at the fitting room looking after respectable clients
I have news for you. We do nopt stock small EXTRA SMALL, and even if we do, you honestly believe you could fit into it? I DON'T!
SCREAMS
Get out!
I'm sorry but you should have locked the door
PERVERT!
I'm just as embarrassed as you.
GIRL WAITS OUTSIDE FITTING ROOM FOR HER PARTNER. SHE'S GETTING A LOT OF ATTENTION FROM THE MALE SHOPPERS TRYING ON CLOTHES
Assistant went inside fitting room and lock the door.
Manager: Where is Matt?
EVERYONE SHAKES HEAD
MANAGER:
SO HELP ME GOD. If he is taking an unauthorized break in the toilet, AGAIN, I swear I'm gonna send him home. Let me have look.
SHOPPER: Have a look in the fitting room instead
HOODED SHOPPER: SNITCH!
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