Looking nice is not one of my fortes, as evidenced by my wandering into the store with dirty hair, wearing too-big plaid thrift store shorts. My mom looked better than I did, but still: not exactly lookin’ like high rollers. The women who worked there were all ridiculously thin, perfectly dressed, and completely beautiful. Maybe worse: they were totally nice. The woman who was helping me asked what I was shopping for, colors I liked, and pointed out sale things. She made suggestions and was sweet when I shot things down, helpful with answering questions, and downright cheerful when she looked in the back for a different size of a dress. When she told me I looked good in something, I didn’t feel like she was just trying to make a sale. When she rang me up, she actually asked if I wanted extra hangers! While Max Studio isn’t the sort of place I’d shop at regularly, the staff there made the experience enjoyable, and someplace I’d go again if I need something nice to wear.