I think there's a little something off in my head, because on Saturday I spent 6 hours at Forever 21.
6 HOURS PEOPLE. How did this happen you ask? How did I become the person I make fun of most? Am I some kind of crazy Black Friday shopper and this was continuing the celebration?
Well, let me try and tell my story.
Forever 21 announced a few months ago that they were going to take over the space on King Street that Saks once occupied (RIP). I was excited for cheap and fun clothes, but not completely blown away. I've been to F21 before and you can order online, so this wasn't really a life-changer for me.
However, for the store opening, they were promoting free gift cards (between $10-$210) for the first 400 people in the doors on Saturday. My roommates and co-workers and I thought that would make for a fun little Saturday morning. OMG. Not the case.
We arrived at 9AM (1 hour before opening) to find a massive line. Oh no, we were not part of the lucky 400 people. From there we waited. And waited.
And waited. It took about an hour to get into the store. Who would have thought that would be the easy part?
Luckily, shopping was the best part of the experience. The store is huge and they have all the labels. You had to move fast once you were in, but I could tell there were lots of goods to be found.
The next step in my process was trying on the clothes. Had I thought about it a little bit more I would have skipped this step and just returned what didn't fit. It took approximately 45 minutes to get to the changing room. The dressing room was my downfall.
Once I had tried on my clothes (too tight, too much boob, why is my belly hanging out??), I made my way to the checkout with my purchases. Y'all, I cannot express how many people were in line to checkout. If I hadn't run back into my friend Sarah I would have not jumped in that line. But you know, after about 3 hours, I figured I put my time in - I was going to buy these clothes. I needed that $15 cardigan. Needed!
When I got in the checkout line, I assumed it would be about an hour. I was okay with that. I still had a lot of energy and was in a chatty mood. What I did not anticipate, was that it took
3 hours!! Due to employees not knowing how to work the register, a poorly organized line system, and just general stupidity, it took 3 hours for me to get to the counter.
I don't know what was wrong with me to stay in the line. It was one of those, "Well we already waited an hour, we can't stop now" moments. Oh goodness, if I had known. During all my time in line I had lots of things to entertain me. People almost getting cut for jumping the line, new friends in front of and behind me, grabbing all the accessories as we walked by and just straight up crazy laughing from the awful situation we were in.
I couldn't get a good photo to save my life (I was shaking from not eating/standing for 6 hours), but here's the best I've got:
Even these pictures cannot accurately convey the amount of people in the store. True fire hazard.
So the lesson I learned, never ever go to a store opening. I'm sorry H&M but when you (I hope) eventually come to Charleston, I'm going to have to lay low for a few weeks.
P.S. - Immediately after this disaster I found myself happy again with a Kentucky Basketball game, wings, and beer at Wild Wing. Oh sweet little victories.