First in. Not necessarily best dressed.

March 1st, 2005
Posted by kristy in: gripes

Today, Victoria’s Secret’s top model Gisele Bundchen (who is incidentally Leonardo DiCaprio’s girlfriend) launched a new underwear line. Having nothing pressing to do (other than ironing) I decided to go to the launch in Times Square.

Now when I say, Times Square, I mean smack bang in the centre of Times Square on a triangle of concrete between two of the city’s busiest streets. They chose this, of all places, to encourage hundreds of New Yorkers to come and get a voucher for free merchandise.

To cut a long story short, the crowd pushed and shoved, yelled and begged, and then went away empty handed. There were no barriers to protect people from the traffic, no system to give vouchers out in an orderly fashion, and nowhere to escape if you had a voucher or just couldn’t bear the crowd closing in on you. A few lucky people went away with a voucher, and some pushy people went away with several. Others just had fun standing in the cold and rain trying to avoid stumbling in front of traffic as the crowd pushed them.

Oh, and the highlight for me was when an elderly lady approached me from behind, tapped me on the arm and said, “Are you a man or a woman?” I had the hood on my jacket up and as I turned exposing my face she said, “Oh you’re a woman. Is this where I come for my bra?” Only in New York.

4 comments

#1 Katie March 1st, 2005 at 10:11 pm

Silly old woman

#2 Kristy March 1st, 2005 at 10:27 pm

I might even go so far as to say ‘old biddy’. Scarf on her head and all. Grrrr.

#3 nelly March 1st, 2005 at 10:32 pm

oh the joys<br>I had a lady abuse me yesterday in newsagent. I was opening a packet to see if the paper matched my carboard.She turned around and yelled at me… Open with care.<br>Dont yu justlove people.

#4 Ian March 3rd, 2005 at 12:36 am

When in lived in beautiful Balitimore MD, I went to a Victorias Secret to aquire some items of "clothing" as a gift. Serving me was a stunning 6′ african woman, who kindly offered to try on the clothing and model them for me, which I graciously accepted. With that on my mind I journeyed into David Jones where a 320lb late 40s chain smoking goliath asked me if I needed assistance. I still shudder at the thought.