I went to Boston for a quick visit. It is an interesting city with both impressive modern constructions and a lot of charming older buildings. There is a lot of history here, from the Boston tea party to Paul Revere’s run…
Being on the water, there are a lot of boats and things nautical as well as great seafood.
The Boston common and public garden in the middle of the city are a refreshing oasis.
I was intrigued by a church called Trinity church…but got a much more interesting visit across the street at the public library.
As I walked somewhat aimlessly, I came upon a store that my mom would always visit it whenever we were in the Boston area when I was a little girl: Filene’s basement. It is basically a department store with good discounts.
I saw a sign that said they were closing in 2 days so I went in…reasoning that the prices should be even better. Sure enough the sales were impressive. I found 3 tops that I liked although one of them was green and I do not look good in green, but I liked the style. After a long search and wait at the dressing rooms I made my way to the cash. The clerk was a bored looking black dude with red dreads… I paid and as I was walking away, I noticed the same top as the green one but in a nice shade or burnt orange….and they had my size too!!!! I picked it up and returned to the cash to ask if I could switch the tops. The guy replied “you cant do that” so I got in line thinking he needed to do something with the cash register to process the trade. After 10 minutes it was my turn and he looked up and said “this was a final sale. You can’t change”. Needless to say I was pissed. I walked around the store thinking there was no reason for not exchanging the tops…I struggled with my conscience for a while and finally made my way to a dark corner of the store where i hoped there was no security camera and traded them, discretely. I then nonchalantly sashayed towards the door, dreading/expecting to feel a security guard hand on my shoulder at any time… As I got to the door and through the detector by the door, I heard a strident ring!!! It was not my conscience, it was real! I handed my bag to the security guard along with the bill saying ” I have 3 items as is indicated on this bill” she searched my bag, asked me to go through again. It rang. She looked again and it rang again. In the end she made me go through without the bag..and that did not ring but as she handed me my bag…it rang again! In the end she waved me off.
I walked briskly away thinking there must be a match between the bill and the labels….and feeling guilty but relieved.
Later in my hotel room I decided to take out my purchases to have a look…and…guess what? The @#%*!!! clerk had forgotten to remove the anti theft device on another top!!! So now I had a top that I could not wear until I can found a way to remove this darn contraption!!! and there was no time to go back to the store.
So, once back in Montréal I took it to my local mall. Of course it made the alarms go off every time I walked in or out of a store. And it took me four trials before I found a store that uses the same type of anti theft system…a fine form of torture for me…But they finally removed it and I can now wear my new camisole!