Something pretty amazing happened to me last weekend. Eric wanted to stop inside of Bloomingdale’s to check out a shirt on our way to brunch, and I decided to peruse the handbag section while I waited for him. Well, as I was ever-so-innocently browsing the Chloe boutique, the sales associate whispered to me conspiratorially, “You know… I think some of the bags in this section are drastically mismarked, but I’d have to sell it to at that price if you find one.”
Although I wasn’t completely convinced that her definition of “drastic” was necessarily the same as mine (especially in matters of sales discounts), I decided to kill some time by bringing a few bags up to the register for her to check. The first one rang in at $1800, another one at $1100, and yet another at $1400. But when she finally got to the bag that you see hanging on my arm above… well, that’s when something magical happened. The price flashed across the cash register at a whopping… wait for it… $300!
As you can imagine, I scooped that sucker up quicker than you can say Jack Robinson, and the rest is history.