Diana Iskandarova
Google
Was accused of stealing today—apparently my Zara low-rise jeans and MM Tabis didn’t win over the Lady at the counter. First, she asked me if I was “looking for anything in particular.” Wow. At a vintage store? Maybe I’m looking for vintage stuff—but okay, go off.
Then, when I asked what brand a bracelet was, she said “vintage.” No kidding—got that from the store name. She mentioned some designer collab she couldn’t even pronounce and showed me the screen.
Mid-sentence, she ran off to other customers who’d just walked in, leaving me and my friend standing. So, we eventually stepped outside (“immediately run off,” quoting the Lady), only to be called back in 5-ish—apparently, I’d stolen a ring. I returned just in case and offered my bag. Although, I know for sure there was no ring, cause i’d try it on…
After digging through my Zadig & Voltaire purse, poking into my Miu Miu sunglasses case, moving aside my Dior leather wallet and my Vivienne Westwood lighter, she concluded I must have swallowed the ring—because it was nowhere to be seen.
I asked her if she wanted to check the cameras to clear my name, but nope—just kept staring at me as if hit on the head. Oh, and she couldn’t even speak any French!
Truly, a five-star experience. 😔
