Jane B.
Yelp
I went to Nordstrom Cherry Creek to do some shopping for a wedding I am attending, I was hoping to pull together a whole outfit but left in tears instead. I'm not the type of person to wear designer clothing, I carry a wallet and not a fancy purse, but I do have money which the petite, brunette, white saleswoman who was following me through the store clearly didn't know. I was walking around for a bit, found a dress I liked and continued looking while holding the dress and a few other pieces. There was another woman (wearing head to toe designer clothing with the brands plastered on her person) walking around the area I was looking in, picking up things to try on which were promptly taken to a dressing room by said saleswoman, and yet the saleswoman, never approached me to ask if I needed anything, nor if I needed a dressing room. At one point I said to her, standing maybe 5 feet away, "Hi, can you help me" and didn't finish my sentence before she walked away, I thought she didn't hear me and continued shopping. Finally I was ready to try on the pieces I picked out (I was getting hot at this point as I was carrying an arm full of clothing), the other shopper was still near me, when the saleswoman approached her (again) and asked if she needed anything, the woman turned to the saleswoman and said (pointing to me) "I don't, but you may want to help that woman over there"...the saleswoman looked at me, looked me up and down, AND WALKED AWAY. The other shopper looked at me and said "I tried". At this point it was glaringly obvious to the both of us what was happening- profiling because of my casual clothing, without the labels, and I'm white, I can't imagine what I would have experienced if I was a person of color. That saleswoman is despicable and cruel. I put all the clothing back on the racks (because I am a good human) and walked out in tears. It has been a few months, and I have sat on it, but I couldn't anymore and decided to leave a review. I will never shop at Nordstrom again.
I also need to note that before I became successful (I hate saying I'm rich, because I'm modest, but eff it, I am rich now) I was a broke (poor) college student who worked at another Nordstrom's Ebar. A lot must have changed in the 16 years since I worked there because Nordstrom was always very particular about how we treated guests.