{"id":693,"date":"2008-01-20T21:37:39","date_gmt":"2008-01-21T05:37:39","guid":{"rendered":"http:\/\/godammit.com\/2008\/01\/20\/a-horrible-woman-at-nordstrom\/"},"modified":"2008-01-20T21:37:39","modified_gmt":"2008-01-21T05:37:39","slug":"a-horrible-woman-at-nordstrom","status":"publish","type":"post","link":"https:\/\/godammit.com\/a-horrible-woman-at-nordstrom\/","title":{"rendered":"A Horrible Woman at Nordstrom"},"content":{"rendered":"
<\/a><\/a><\/p>\n Yesterday, my friend Maxine and I went shopping at the Nordstrom in Woodland Hills. It’s a special Nordstrom with its own designer boutiques, and it carries a lot of high-end shoes.<\/p>\n While we tried on our shoes, a horrible woman seized our attention as she marched by us to the Dior \u00a0display and started shouting. Even if we were deaf, we would have stared at her. She was a living vision of everything that’s wrong with everything.<\/p>\n Long blond hair extentions, surgically flattened face with \u00a0swollen lips, True Religion Jeans, towering Chanel \u00a0clown shoes, a massive snakeskin handbag, an accent like Zsa Zsa Gabor amplified through a bullhorn, and a tragic sheepskin vest.<\/p>\n She commandeered our salesman, marching him over to another shoe display and making him hold her coffee. I was \u00a0fascinated by this display of \u00a0cartoonish obnoxious behavior, but Maxine just wanted to get the hell out of the shoe department.<\/p>\n When we saw the horrible woman upstairs, I felt compelled to get a picture of her, so I followed her around, pointing my cellphone at her. She raced around, \u00a0screaming “Size zero, that’s me! I want this! Get me a room started!”<\/p>\n She was amazing. The poor saleswomen scurried after her, trying to meet her demands.<\/p>\n We saw her once again, in the Chanel boutique downstairs, making someone \u00a0truss her with a chain belt. I wanted to hang around to see how much shit the Chanel people were willing to take, but Maxine wouldn’t let me.<\/p>\n Bye bye, horrible woman! It was fun shopping with you!<\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":" Yesterday, my friend Maxine and I went shopping at the Nordstrom in Woodland Hills. It’s a special Nordstrom with its own designer boutiques, and it carries a lot of high-end shoes. While we tried on our shoes, a horrible woman … Continue reading