Yesterday we decided to visit Malaga city, to view the Christmas lights and do some shopping. We first went into the train station, some of the shops in that building are wonderful. Also … it was warm and easy for me to negotiate.
The first store we entered was a “fashion jewellery boutique”, I saw something that interested me (as a possible “inexpensive” Christmas gift for my daughter). When I was approaching my daughter briefly lifted a necklace that she liked and thought I might find attractive. It was lovely, for this type of jewellery. An assistant who had watched me “like a hawk out hunting” shot over and very rudely (and in a patronising manner) spoke to my daughter while staring at me. The comment (in brief) was “don´t touch the jewellery”. Okay that´s fine … but one large Spanish gentleman touched everything he liked – not a word said.
Was this racism?
My daughter was quite happy to continue looking, with the intention of buying. I was not. Having a very quick temper, I told my daughter that I was leaving – having had every intention of buying, I had changed my mind and would not buy from a store who employed staff who were rude, very unwelcoming and patronising. Did she speak English? By the look on her face at the comment I would say so.
Did the assistant looked surprised when I “sailed” out of the shop in “high dungeon” – glowering at her in passing. You can bet your life she did. They were not doing a roaring trade. We passed by the shop twice more, no one was buying any of the produce, in fact – there was no one in the store.
And who can blame customers for boycotting them.
Clearly she needed training in approaching customers and also picking out possible thieves – I am not a shop lifter, at 65 with mobility problems and clearly not in good health, it must have been obvious that I could not run to escape the security, hobble maybe, escape absolutely not.
While on the subject of shop lifters, I did see two women later with large interesting pockets on the inside of their loose fitting coats, carrying lots of bags. They came and sat beside me then proceeded to empty their pockets which were full of goods they had stolen (two pairs of fashion boots, pretty loungerie, small leather goods like wallets and evening bags, perfume and make up items to name but a few. They then removed the safety tags and placed the goods in bags with the names of stores on them, discarding the security tags in a bin nearby. Very well organised. Did they look like shop lifters? Well dressed and groomed, Spanish, looked like mother and daughter out on a shopping trip together; I am sure the assistant we had problems with would not have given them a second glance.
