I usually walk my dog, Mambo, on one of the trails near our house or at the beach, but today we strolled through Old Town San Juan Capistrano. It’s charming to walk through the shady parks, antique shops and quaint restaurants.
As we walked by Chico’s, Mambo tried to pull me in. I held him back, but he wouldn’t walk past the shop. Spoiled by boutiques in Laguna Beach that give him treats, he was sure that someone here would produce a dog biscuit.
Despite the fact that no one paid attention to him, Mambo wouldn’t budge. At first I was annoyed, but then I eyed a bright teal jacket on a mannequin. It was SO me, and I had to check it out.
I tied Mambo up and walked into the store. The fashionably dressed middle-aged clerk looked at me, frowned and turned away. Seriously? I’d been standing outside of the shop for ten minutes and she’d graciously greeted the three other women who’d entered the store.
I’ll admit that I didn’t look my best. I was wearing frumpy dog-walking attire and after an hour of hiking in a moist fog, my hair was wet and matted against my head. Still, was I so off-putting not to be worthy of, “Can I help you?” I felt like Julia Roberts in Pretty Woman.
This is not the first time I’d been snubbed, nor was it worst, but it bothered me. And it made me think about appearance. How important are looks?
I know I’m not the only one who’s been treated this way, and I’d love to hear what’s happened to you. How have you been snubbed?
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