About a week ago I walked into a beauty shop, having recently come to the decision that it's about time I started to pay more attention to skincare, beauty regimens and all of that. It's one of these fancy beauty shops where the sales attendants are sharply dressed with full professional makeup replete with facial contours and inch long false eyelashes. And you know how it is, when you look like a diva you begin to think you're one. Ergo, a shop with sales girls who actually think they're Rihanna and treat some customers like poor little Cinderella. I'd spent most of my time trying not to blow a fuse over the shabby customer service that one is likely to experience at such places.
After I'd picked up my items, admittedly without paying much attention to the prices because I thought I already had an idea of how much they'd cost, I went over to the counter and waited to make payment.
"29,600 Naira ma" the cashier said to me
"Twenty nine thousand what? How???" I asked, my surprise so apparent that it told in my voice and drew attention from those nearby.
The cashier exchanged a sarcastic look with one of her colleagues and turned back to repeat the amount to a befuddled me.
"Twenty, nine, thousand, six, hundred, naira, ma. That is what the machine says ma". She said to me as though talking to a slow child, for the entertainment of our audience.
"How?" I asked, still not quite coming to terms with how the four tiny items I picked cost almost 30k.
"Ok ma, let me explain it for you" she said with pseudo patience as she began to list out each item with the amount.
When she said the small Neutrogena body oil cost N7,500 naira my jaw nearly dropped. That costs about N3000 in Ebeano!
"So madam, should I pack it for you?" She asked innocently, but the mischievous curves at the sides of her lips belied her geniality.
I could feel several pairs of eyes on me waiting to know my next move. I remembered the thirty minutes I'd just spent lingering in the shop gingerly picking out each item. I remembered the mini tantrum I threw when I was tired of being ignored when I needed to be attended to. I called to mind the chic and glamorous ladies in the store, picking and paying for numerous items with ease, most of whom happened to be watching me at the moment.
My fingers hesitantly strayed towards my wallet to grasp my ATM card while my eyes were having a staring contest with the amused cashier, whose beady eyes I desperately wanted to gouge out by the way. But I digress...
Fuck it abeg! The economy is hard and there's no way I'm spending that much money on stuff I can buy for less than half that amount!
"Don't bother dear. I'd buy these elsewhere, at a more reasonable cost." I said with sangfroid as I walked out with as much grace and dignity as I could feign.
Funny how two years ago I would have paid for those items, even if it killed me! Now I just don't currrr. Who shame don epp?
Who else can relate to this? Have you ever felt "shamed" into paying for something you could barely afford? Have you ever bought something you knew cost way too much just because you were too embarassed to walk away? Most of us have, so let's hear all about it!