So you're upscale. Your merchandise costs hundreds and in some cases thousands of dollars. But I came in to buy something for my mother, and I know damn well how much it costs. I saw you glance at me and then find anything else to do. Are you assuming I'm just in here because of them purdy dekorashuns? There is no reason three of you need to hover around the woman in the nice sweater and slacks, especially when she's made it clear she's only looking. I stood around for about ten minutes waiting for someone to acknowledge my presence. Screw that, mom will be happy with something else.
I don't think I should have to change the way I dress to get service. For crying out loud you're in a mall. Do you think you're only going to get the elite in your establishment? I could be a billionaire and I would still wear what was comfortable. Holy crap didn't you ever see Pretty Woman? I mean I'm not a hooker, and I'm not wearing thigh-highs, but it's the same idea (although I'd kill to be that tall). You never know who is in your store for what, and because you ignored me you lost a $200 sale. In this economy? Good job.
I wasn't aware my money had a different value because of the way I dress. Screw you.