Espanol and Hollister
I am deep in preparations for the trip to Costa Rica, which means I am going back through the Pimsleur Beginning Spanish 1 course every day and trying to figure out how to pack everything I think I'll need.
That is how I wound up at The Streets at Southpoint mall here in Durham. I needed a proper fitting pair of jeans and to return a Christmas gift to Hollister. I have never been in Hollister. I actually walked right past it the first time and had to back-track. It has that beach-shack look, which I guess I just don't associate with retail.
Inside, it didn't get better. It's lit like PF Chang's in there. I don't expect to go into a clothing store and have to get out my iPhone light app to see the prices on the tags. Then I had a bit of trouble understanding the layout. One side appears to be women's and the other is men's wear, but then there's this middle section with mostly just jeans. I guess men's and and women's jeans? There were no sales associates on the floor. I actually had a couple of questions, but by the time I had wandered through the store, I didn't care anymore. The clothing styles were just 'meh' and priced higher than I think the quality warrants. I will admit I lived through the first fashion trend of half shirts and have no business (or interest in) wearing one now, but the ones in Hollister were really boring.
At least it didn't smell like Abercrummie, which assaults the senses as you walk past the place. I've never been in there, either--mostly for that very reason, but their CEO is a jerk, so there's that reason, too. It reminds me of a corner gas station I used to stop at. They served hot lunches that included anything and everything fried, including chicken hearts. If I walked in there at lunchtime, the smell of deep fryer grease enveloped me like a cloak and followed me out of the store. I don't want to smell like deep fried chicken hearts any more than I do fancy club models. The music did seem too loud, but it wasn't club music pretending to be hip, drilling that annoying beat into my ear drums.
I thought I would use the Hollister store credit for my return on something, but nada. No me gusta.
