Thus saving me much embarrassment at the store exit when I set off the alarm. I checked my bags and could feel the tag through the bag and tissue paper. I waited for the security guard, showed him my receipt, and then had to pull out the item of nightwear to which it was attached for him to deal with.
Much as black lacy knickers (mercifully untagged) fell out as I pulled everything out of the bag! I am extremely modest and did not want to share my (for me) racy lingerie choices with a security guard and the crowds of Oxford St!
I was fuming after because even though the guard was very polite and made it clear he knew I wasn't a shoplifter, I remembered how persistent the girl had been - even insisting on putting a leaflet and application form in the bag in case I changed my mind! If only she had been so careful with the things I had bought!
I wouldn't have minded so much if it had been tableware or something impersonal.
No wonder this particular store has been doing badly for years.
Rant over - I feel so much better!