To the girls who work at this particular location:
Ladies, ladies ladies. One of life's golden rules: Never judge a book by its cover. You only WORK at Christian Louboutin, dears.
On a recent trip to Vegas, I thought I'd treat myself to a couple pairs of shoes. I was specifically looking for a pair of Gloriana flats and a pair of Fifi Botta boots.
Unfortunately, I didn't find either, but not for want of trying. What I did find were two saleswomen who had just packaged up a bride's shoes and watched her walk out the door and were busily gossiping about her, loudly.
I had my security detail with me (as I do when I travel). He is a casually dressed, largely built black male. He typically stands a few feet behind me, but his presence is hard to miss in a small shop. While I picked up a dusty Bianca, the saleswomen continued to gossip and glare at my security. After ample time of having looked around the store and NOT being welcomed or spoken to, we left. I voiced my annoyance to my security loud enough for the saleswomen to hear, yet they never approached me.
Too bad. I'm a sucker for Louboutins. I'm not, however, a sucker for bad behavior.