INDAY’S SHOPPING WTF????

Today I went to the mall with the intention of buying new rubber shoes.  I needed cross-trainers that would work with a variety of activities.  I’ve been joining Zumba classes, plus have plans to try other workouts, and I wanted a versatile pair of shoes, especially because these didn’t come cheap.  So off to the mall I went, but alas, it turned out to be a very frustrating exercise and I came home, not with a new pair of shoes, but a headache and a very bad temper.    Hence today’s series of Inday’s WTF, The Shopping Edition:

1.  We are not all average-sized!

Attention storeowners/merchandisers:  There are customers who wear XL clothes, whose shoe size is 9 or 10, whose bra size is beyond 36B.  You manage to turn what is a positive shopping experience into an infuriating one. I once walked into the Nine West store in Glorietta and was told that their shoes didn’t come in size 10s.   Of course Nine West comes in size 10! I have a few pairs at home. I once went to Rustan’s and asked for my bra size in Maidenform, a brand which I wear regularly (but I buy mine in the US) only to be told that they didn’t carry my size. The plus size market does exist here in the Philippines! Please don’t ignore us!!!

2.  Name studies people!

Why do Filipinos have to be so literal when naming plus-size brands?  Why would I want to shop in a store called Tubby? Why would anyone ever want to buy from brands like Maxi or Big Beautiful Woman?  Can’t you just call it some random name and then have larger sizes?  Lane Bryant is one of the larger chains of plus size stores in the US, but you wouldn’t know from the name.  Old Navy just added a Women’s Plus section, but it’s still called Old Navy.

3. Listen to the customer!

I walked into a store and told the sales person I needed cross trainers and that I was a size 9 or 10.  She kept showing me running shoes and telling me that they didn’t come in size 9.  So I said, I don’t need running shoes but which of the cross trainers come in size 9?  We have size 9 but not in cross trainers.  Ok how about men’s cross trainers? Again she pulled running shoes. These are men’s running shoes.   Do you cross trainers for men? Yes we do.  Do you have size 8? She gets the running shoe again, “this one mam?” Are those cross trainers? “NO mam.” Inhale exhale.  “Miss you are not listening to me.  I don’t want to talk to you anymore.  Find me someone who will listen to me.” A few minutes later, a male sales person approached me who found me the shoes I needed, answered all my questions, but alas, wasn’t able to find me shoes that fit. HAAAY!  This happened in three other stores, so suffice it to say that it was not a productive shopping day for me.

4. There are other sports aside from running.

Yes I get it, running is in nowadays.  I can’t scroll through my fb wall and not find one friend or another who ran a 5k or joined some funrun etc etc etc.  But please, there are other sports too.  Why do sporting goods store only stock limited (as in 2 or 3) styles in cross trainers or walking shoes but have a whole wall dedicated to running shoes?

5.  Be nice to the customer.

Filipino sales people really do not understand the concept of “customer”.  They are sometimes just downright rude to the people who, let’s face it, indirectly pay their salaries.  And this is true for high end and even tiangge stalls.  Be nice to us, please.

6.  Sorry to interrupt you at work!

I know that you are probably not getting paid enough, but remember you are in a business that deals with people.  So don’t make us feel like we are inconveniencing you by actually buying something.

There are really more “horror stories” from many shopping expeditions.  But for now, these will do.  Someday, I will write another edition.  But till then….i have to remember patience is a virtue…and visit amazon.com to find my rubber shoes.

That’s all for now…bow

LESSONS I LEARNED (but didn’t quite understand)

When we were kids, our parents taught us how to read, write, spell, share, values, good manners (some of us at least) and many other valuable lessons that we carry with us till today. But there are some that really stick to our minds, mostly because they scare the s#*t out of us, or because we just don’t understand where they came from.  One night, I was having dinner with some friends and we started talking about the things our parents used to say.  Here’s what we came up with:

1.  When you die, everything you didn’t eat on earth you will eat in purgatory.

I don’t eat the egg whites of fried eggs and to this day, I am still dreading the thought of ending up in purgatory and all the egg whites I’ll have to eat when I get there.  My friend’s daughter (who finally admitted this to her mom) would put the leftover pieces on her plate back onto the serving platter, so she’d be “safe”.

2.  If you cry for a long time, eventually you’ll run of tears and blood will come out.

Not really sure if it was my mom or someone else’s mom who said this, but being as iyakin as I am, I really hope this isn’t true.

3.  If you have a cut and you keep crying, soon the food you ate will come out of your wound.

I would stare at my cuts and wait for the rice to come out.  Gross I know but hey, I was a kid!

4.  If you swallow the seed of a fruit, the tree will grow in your stomach.

For some reason, I would always accidentally swallow the seed of the santol when we were kids.  I was always afraid I’d wake up and a tree branch would grow out of my mouth.

5.  If you swallow gum, your stomach/intestines would get stuck together.

Picturing the wads of Texas, Bazooka Joe, Tarzan, Juicy Fruit and Orange Chiclet that somehow ended up in my stomach, and thinking hmmmm.

6.  When it starts raining while you’re swimming in the pool, you have to get out because you’ll get wet.

I could never understand why, but once it started raining, my cousins and I would always leave the pool, because “They told us to”.  It was only when I was in my 30’s that I learned it had something to do with lightning striking you. 

Am sure many of you can relate…

that’s all for now…bow. 

 

 

 

SAYING GOODBYE

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On May 31, 2013, Inday lost one of her biggest supporters—financially, emotionally and yes, photographically (is there even a word?). Inday lost her dad.

He was with Inday on several of her visits to New York and San Francisco. He took Inday on her first trip to Kota Kinabalu and even attempted to teach her how to play golf (not sure who was more frustrated—him or Inday) He took her pictures at the Marina in Singapore and was perplexed at the really baduy poses that she made. “Ganyan talaga ang pose na gusto mo?” Yes dad, ako si Inday remember?  Inday even walked the streets of Washington DC with him.

after dinner in Singapore

after dinner in Singapore

Ganyan talaga ang pose mo? he asked before taking this photo

Ganyan talaga ang pose mo? he asked before taking this photo

at the Smithsonian, Washington DCat the Smithsonian, Washington DC

at the Shangri-La lobby in Kota Kinabalu

at the Shangri-La lobby in Kota Kinabalu

And, even before I unveiled my Inday alter ego, he and my mom took our whole family to HongKong and then to the US to discover the Magic in the Kingdom, meet Jaws and King Kong and see where Norman Bates went Psycho. He drove us around LA and SF while the rest of us slept in the van. (He wasn’t very happy about that). And years later, he took us to Boracay for a family outing at the newly-opened Shangri-La where Inday found many spots for photo ops.

Inday arrives in Boracay for the family outing

Inday arrives in Boracay for the family outing

When I finally decided to start chronicling Inday’s adventures, I was a little worried about what he would think. The rest of the family had already offered their rounds of applause and pats on the back, but he had yet to read my entries. And then, one night in San Francisco, he finally had some time to see what Inday had been up to, and he gave me the thumbs up. He said he enjoyed reading my tales of adventures and misadventures. Dad was never one to say something nice, just to be nice, so I knew that his positive reviews were sincere.

with dad in San Francisco

with dad in San Francisco

I wish that we had more adventures to share together, more cities to discover, more photo ops, but I know that no matter where Inday travels to from here, he will always be with her, probably shaking his head and thinking, “Ganyan talaga ang pose na gusto mo?”

Till our next adventure Dad.  I miss you.