Well, I must be the odd one out then because shop staff in Hamilton really, I mean really, freak me out. They're on you as soon as you walk in, 'Hi, how's your day? What are you doing today? What are you doing tomorrow? What are you doing at the weekend? What are you doing next weekend? What colour are your knickers? Where'd you get your hair cut? Have you shaved your bikini line?' You know, off the cuff questions like that
Then, if you dare venture as far as the changing room, it may as well be a communal gathering space. They pull open the curtain unannounced and uninvited, walk in whilst your unclothed and standing in your scanties, to give their opinion on your proposed purchase. Start touching you and pulling garments around on your body as if you're some kind of mannequin that has no nerve endings and so can't feel a strangers hand running over your body and INVADING YOUR PERSONAL SPACE
NAFF OFF and leave me alone to do my own shopping in my own time. If I want your help I'll ask for it and if you touch me again, so help me God, I will push these garments so far into certain orifices you will need the end of a coat-hanger and the aid of several colleagues to remove them
I like to do my shopping in peace. If you invade my space I will not buy anythig froom you. EVER, just on principal. The best way to get my cash is to leave me to choose where I spend it.