twas' similar to the scene from pretty woman. i love going to selfridges with dd, we like a good mooch & to have lunch in the 4th floor restaurant. dd wanted to have a look at the clothes in the childrens section so i obliged although not my scene, dressing kids in designer clobber, so it was a mooch. tbh i enjoyed looking at the price tags, unbelievable. anyway, the lone women assistant was giving out vibes that i irritated her. she may as well come up to me and said 'fuck off, we don't want your kind here, it is obvious to look at you that you aren't going to buy anything'. she came up and no sooner had i let go of the price tag to one garment than she had immediately tucked it back in. i don't dress in a typical way of alot of females that shop there, rebellious but i tend to dress down rather than up when i go there. i do like good labels but not for a 9 year old, no way (each to their own). i am sure that if i had been dripping in prada & dior she would have been full of smiles/arse kissing. makes it all the more vile