I’d love to shop at Urban Outfitters if I was not working a minimum wage job

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I’d love to shop at Urban Outfitters if I was not working a minimum wage job

I walked into Urban Outfitters and I was greeted by, well, no one. Not one employee was in my sight except for the ones behind the checkout counter.

The feeling of not being acknowledged when entering the store was underwhelming, but I brushed it off and continued my way through the store.

As I strolled through the store, I saw lots of trendy clothes that appealed to me: Champion hoodies, graphic tees, and plaid flannels.

I went to some of the clothing and inspected it to see if it was in good quality, and it was as if it had been placed on the shelves that daynot a single wrinkle was in sight.

I decided to wait until the end of my visit to look at the price.

As I continued to look around the store I noticed an abundance of little accessories that would make the stereotypical “VSCO girl” shriek. Pop-sockets, mini journals, custom AirPod cases, and disposable cameras are some of the items which caught my eye.

I picked up a few plastic pop-sockets off a shelf. They were priced around ten to thirty dollars; this is when I started getting a feeling that the clothes I liked earlier were going to have prices that I didn’t like.

But, I ignored my worries and continued to browse.

I made an effort to find the strangest product I could: a pink noodle bowl. It had little red cherries on it, and it came with a pair of wooden chopsticks. The bundle was surprisingly cheap—it was only ten dollars.

I then proceeded to glance at the prices of the clothes that appealed to me with hopes that the price is reasonable just like the bowl and chopsticks.

As I continued to look around the store I noticed an abundance of little accessories that would make the stereotypical “VSCO girl” shriek.”

I approached a pair of Levi Jeans, and the price I saw was shocking—one hundred dollars. I put the pants back rapidly, as if putting them away fast enough would make me forget the awful price.

Then, I strolled towards the generic plaid flannels and grabbed a red and black one. I think to myself this can’t be that expensive, right? I’ve seen something just like this at Goodwill before.

Seventy dollars—that is how much a simple flannel shirt costs at Urban Outfitters. I could not believe what I was seeing.

I headed for the exit doors, and again, I went through them without being acknowledged.

The pricing for the clothes at the store was quite unrealistic and disappointing. I would love to go shopping at Urban Outfitters sometime, but the only thing I could most likely afford is the bowl and chopsticks kit for ten dollars.

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