Customer service and magic knickers
I used to work in retail so I’m sensitive to how I’m treated when I shop here in CH. I guess that’s why I pay close attention to customer service. The customer isn’t king (or queen) here and businesses make no apologies about it. Maybe it’s the cartel system. So, when I encounter absolutely wonderful customer service, I have to give folks their props. First, let me set the stage.
I’d been looking for a specific type of shoe for about three months: peep-toe pumps with a solid, study heel that would be suitable for work. I’d found the shoes in quite a few stores, but not in my size. Getting salespeople to actually pick up the phone and call to try and find a size is a feat in itself here, so when I ventured into the Navyboot store at Bellevue in Zurich after seeing my shoes through the shop window, I thought I’d be met with the same service. 
I was oh so mistaken.
Nope, my size was not at the store, but the gentleman that waited on me worked that phone like he was in a telethon. I think he had called five stores before finding my size. After telling me that he’d found the shoes, he informed me they would be in the store in an hour. I gasped. Normally, if something has to be ordered - at least in my experience - it takes at least a week for it to arrive, even if it’s in the same town.
I went for a walk to kill time. My shoes didn’t make it to the store in an hour. They made it in 45 minutes.
I have no idea how or why this guy went out of his way, but he has restored my faith in retail.
Changing gears: When a woman reaches a certain - ahem - age, her - um - assets have a tendency to expand.
Oh how diplomatic I’m being.
Since starting on the trek to that certain age, I’ve noticed that my assets aren’t just expanding, they’re multiplying. Those cute little summer dresses I bought last year are now doing the cellulite cling and my “muffins,” as one friend termed my posterior, has risen to preposterous proportions.
Spanx is probably the most well-known shaper in the US, but it’s practically unheard of here in CH.
Never fear though, the Magic Slimshaper is here.
Made out of nuclear-grade nylon-spandex-cotton blend, these babies keep your thighs and their friends at bay. One thing about these, they smooth, but they don’t reduce. You will still be the same size, just not as jiggly if you know what I mean.
I tried the Magic Slimshaper on under a pair of dressy polyester-viscose-elasthan bermuda shorts. They evened out the bumps but I could see where the shapers stopped under the shorts. I’m not sure if anyone else would have noticed this though.
The Magic Slimshaper, along with other offerings from the same manufacturer, can be found at Magic X erotic shops in Kanton Zurich.
Stop tripping. You know you have a customer card.
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a) an employee at another Navyboot store showed no interest in even trying to get my size. I am shoesize challenged. I hate shoe buying.
b) ride your bike to work and your booty will say “thank you”:.
Lily - You *know* how far I live from work!:-) And I’d be all sweaty and icky!:-)