It's not what she said, but how she said it.

So old they're rich, so rich they're crazy, so crazy that they harass you in elevators....old hags at Lord and Taylor, that is. So yesterday I was being a bitch for my temp job and told to have a baby shower gift (purchased at Gap, mind you) giftwrapped at the upscale dept. store on 5th Ave Lord and Taylor. As I'm standing in the mirrored elevator (which really freaks me out) the entire thing fills up with rich old ladies who have nothing better to do on a Tuesday afternoon at 2 p.m. than to waste their money on overpriced clothing. GAP shopping bag in hand, I wait for my floor when one of them turns to me and gasps "What's THAT bag doing in Lord and Taylor!" Give me a fucking break, lady. So I responded flatly (okay, perhaps a little sarcastically).."Uhm, I purchased it there?" This is why I don't go to 5th Ave. stores. Though I wasn't dressed like a hooker (or refused service for that matter), I still kind of felt like Julia Roberts in Pretty Woman when she attempts to buy shit on Rodeo Drive. Fucking rich people....