Calypso St. Barts.

What happened to you dear friend? You used to be so elegantly cool. You used to be my go-​to store. Now I am lucky if I find a top or two that suits my budget, style, and form. Rumor has it that this store has gone through many designers and redesginers, but I can’t help but cry out for the days of yore when you walked into this clean beachy chic store and everything seemed so glam and you just wanted to blow your paycheck on every dress, pant and top because everything screamed LA and effortlessly chic.

Calypso has some reasonably priced duds (well, reasonable from my skewed perspective, I guess, considering I looked at price tags for summery dresses for $ 160 and thought, «oh, that’s not bad at all» — ugh, I’m having a little self loathing right now, but I digress) but what is up with the snooty staff here?
Actually, it was just one biyatch in particular that I really didn’t like but that really just soured me on the place. I had ordered a few items online and didn’t like the neckline of one of the dresses I purchased so I went in for an exchange literally 2 days after I got the package in the mail. Knowing they only allow exchanges I browsed around for a bit and picked out a few things (at this point there was not a single «hi» or other word uttered by this woman even though she was basically being super nice to some other customers … I don’t know, maybe I didn’t look like I was worth the commission?).
When I got to the register I explained that I wanted to make an exchange and literally got an eye roll. WTF. Then she asks why I need to make an exchange. Uh, how about none of your business bitch? So I tell her I don’t like the neckline and she proceeds to pick up the dress I’m returning and examining it like I spit on it. After a look she announces, Yeah, this is damaged but we can do an exchange. Umm, hello? I literally tried the dress on when I got it in the mail & then stuck it in a bag so that I could return it.
I have no problem with bitches, but a sales associate bitch? Oh hellll no. Sorry for sounding like a massive, well, bitch, but sales associates, as far as I’m concerned are there to serve me and not give me an attitude.