Well, I faced this on a grander scale when I went to The Limited. There were two women working there and they were breathing down my throat the entire time. Going into the dressing room, one of the women is shoving pairs of $60 pants in my hands, asking my size and urging me to try them on. The second I step out, the second woman's asking me if it worked out okay and she'd ring me up.
But...I wanted to look around a bit more. At every turn, there's one of them saying she can ring my clothes up for me. Sure they were trying to be helpful but I felt so crowded and rushed, it's not terribly comfortable browsing clothes with someone's eyes boring into the back of your head. I had two questions running through my mind, "Wouldn't they want me to buy more? If I were finished, wouldn't I be making a bee-line towards the register?"
I ended up buying nothing at all.
