And so it's come to this.

So, I went to Mecca today. (For me Mecca is Nordstrom.)
I went there for the sole purpose of purchasing post surgery foundation garments.
So after getting said garments, I thought why don't I just nip over to Point of View and see if they have anything I cant live without. Basically I was looking for 1 thing. My favorite brand of casual T shirt SLEDGE.
For those of you not in the know.....Nordstrom has their clothes in departments based on age. (whether they choose to admit it or not. Really go there, and look for your self) Point of View is mainly for the 30 to 40 something trendy-ish suburbanite. So I'm meandering around looking, and since I am not able to find what I am looking for and I am NOT A MAN, I ask the nice perky sales lady. ME "I don't see any of your sledge shirts....is Nordstrom no longer carrying them?" Miss Perky "Well, we do carry them, but they are no longer in this department." "oh" I say "are they down stairs?" Miss P "oh no......they are over there." As she casually points to the Narrative department.
My heart sank, and I got a knot in my stomach......She couldn't possibly have said Narrative. But she had.
So, with my head down and a lot less spirit, I sucked it up and went over, crossing the invisible line between youth and not so youthful.
Here is where the temperature dropped about 20 degrees. Maybe they could smell my fear, or it was the loathing that I had for having to shop the more mature section I don't know BUT....
Have you ever had the feeling that you were being watched? The kind of watched where the room falls silent when you walk in and EVERYONE is staring at you? Almost like you are a box of chocolates and you have just been dropped into a weight watchers meeting for post menopausal 50 to 60 ish women? I kid you not. I have NEVER felt more uncomfortable in my life. I did NOT feel like I belonged there. No perky sales ladies came over to see if I was finding what I needed, because what I needed was to not be in that department. I clearly wasn't welcome on "their turf" and although I wasn't asked to leave and go back to my people and quit breaking away from the herd, it is the impression that I got.
So no purchase made, I left feeling the cold slap of rejection I have rejoined my people. The people who accept me for being young and don't eye me because of it.
I guess I will just have to wait for Sledge to hit Nordstrom Rack where young and old can shop in peace harmony and bliss. A fashion preserve for young and old shoppers if you will........