Saturday Shopping At Mervyns Morgan Hill
Between weight fluctuations and the increasing effects of puberty Z has become increasingly uncomfortable in her brassiere as of late. While doing homework on Friday she headed off to the bathroom only to return seconds later and fling her bra down in disgust. Apparently the underwire actually gave her a one inch cut in the center of her chest. Ouch.
So, despite a modicum of discomfort (for both of us) over daddy-daughter bra shopping we headed off to Mervyns on Cochrane Saturday morning to try and remedy the situation. It seems her mother has essentially been picking out her bras up to this point, so it was a pretty big educational experience for her as well. Not that any of the staff at Mervyns was helpful in any way.
The only employee who spoke to me before we approached the cashiers (more on them in a moment) was only interested in earning a commission by asking me if I wanted to sign up for a Mervyns credit card. Considering there wasn’t any visible assistance in a 100 yard diameter I declined, doubting I’d be returning again soon. Yes, I did ask if he could assist us with our bra purchase but he seemed a bit uncomfortable about the proposition and scurried off, mumbling something about finding us some help (which never arrived).
Still, I’ve always been an experimenter and have tried to instill that in Z, so we simply tried our way through as many different bras as seemed reasonable. The highlight of the shopping trip was the look a fellow father gave me as he passed by with his six-year old daughter. It clearly said: “Oh, crap, I really hope her mother takes care of that, so I don’t have to!” 
We ended up spending about 40 minutes in the bra section, never once seeing any type of actual salesperson, and Z wound up very pleased with her purchase. It was on sale, so I wasn’t too bothered by it myself. Now all we had to do was pay for it.
After a few minutes of searching and wandering the store we finally located a cashier in the Juniors department. There were only two parties in line ahead of us, so when we hadn’t taken a step forward for more than 5 minutes I became a bit concerned. The cashier was joyfully chatting with the couple at her counter about the wonderful weather and her latest haircut while their purchases rested idly on the counter. Frustrated at what certainly appeared to be a lack of concern over hre customers, Z and I headed off in search for a different cashier. We finally found another on the far side of the store. Even better there was no line behind the couple currently at the register and as we approached the gentleman was already reaching for his wallet. This had to be quicker.
Sadly it was quicker, though still not exactly quick. Even with wallet in hand, it still took more than 5 minutes for the cashier to complete their transaction and wave us forward. The worst part. I was keeping an eye down the aisle as we waited and despite the extended wait at this second register we still completed our transaction before the first cashier finished with the one she had begun while we shopped.
Tags: bra, Cochrane, Mervyns, Morgan Hill, Retail, shopping
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