I also get that music stores sell a lot of high-tech, expensive stuff, and I figure that the sales associates might be less lenient with kids around pricey equipment and instruments than in the cosmetics shop I'm employed at.
Here's the catch - I most certainly do not look like a rambunctious teeny-bopper (even at the age of 18) and my best friend was with me when both these incidents occurred and he's 21 for chrissakes.
The first incident happened in the music department of Best Buy. Most of the BB associates are friendly and helpful, but my friend and I were in the back of the guitar section and he's sitting on a stool - which the store provided next to the guitars - checking out some of the different models and their prices. We're talking about the guitars (my friend is a devoted musician and is considering investing in a new one) and we'd only been there about five minutes when one of the associates walks up and just says "Hey, you can't just sit back here."
I'm kind of shocked and my friend doesn't say anything so I'm just like "Uh, we were just looking at the guitars."
To which the associate replies, "You guys can't just come here to hang out. Just letting you know." Then he walks away and my friend and I promptly leave without buying anything.
A few days later we go to a local music store and I buy some new cables. We hadn't been helped or acknowledged by any of the associates and we're on the way out, passing by the front desk of the store. I'd never been to this place before and the guy at the cash wrap hadn't mentioned anything to me about getting my receipt checked plus I figured the front desk was more of a help desk, as the guy at it was talking to other customers and helping them string a guitar. There wasn't a sign or anything saying that you had to check your receipt. So I'm walking past the desk and the guy says something loudly without looking up from what he's doing and so I just open the door and start to walk out when he shrieks at me and acts extremely disgruntled when I go back inside to find out what the fuck his problem was.
"I didn't know you checked receipts here. No one told me," I said, trying to fish it out of my purse.
"I need to see your receipt, sweetheart," is all he says, like I'm a little girl. Will certainly not be returning there.
tl;dr: omg people. I seriously don't look like a kid and I'm tired of being treated like one. I promise I pay my own bills and have never shoplifted in my life. Get off my case.