L'Eclaireur in Paris: possibly the most intimidating retail experience on the planet.
I was just asked a question over on my Tumblr about how staff can be rude/intimidating at fashion retail stores, and seeing as it's something that we all have to deal with on a regular basis, I thought I'd try to figure it out. When I was a lot younger and I'd just moved to Auckland, I used to browse the high end stores a lot: Zambesi, Fabric, Wunderkammer and Little Brother were my regulars. I very rarely (if ever) bought anything due to my extreme lack of funds, and more often than not, I'd get so nervous walking through the door that I'd break out in a cold sweat. With every glance or comment or half smile I could literally see the retail staff judging my clothes and mentally assessing the contents of my bank account.