Just when I think Switzerland has nothing left to surprise me with, someone tries to break into my fitting room.
The store clerk did rap on the change room door first, then quickly rattled the door lever a la Jurassic-Park-velociraptor style, then shoved her hand through the makeshift drape of t-shirts I had over the rectangular hole in the door that the store architect designed to make women nervous. This is in the same tradition that pre-2010 McDonalds architects designed uncomfortable seating to make people hurry out of the restaurant. Somewhere, there is a Cruel School of Architecture, I am sure of it.
The t-shirts hanging from the door still belonged to the store, although I was considering adopting them, but first they were serving as a makeshift curtain because I have a thing about disrobing in front of an audience.
The clerk prattled in Italian while peering inside the coffin-sized fitting room, then tried German. I opened the door to see she was one of those model-lish retail clerks who could walk down the aisles in her underwear. It would not bother her a bit for with her cinched waist, it would be a catwalk audition, and so she might not understand that women who long ago lost “definition” in their armpits are a little more shy about fitting-room break-ins. She tested out a few other languages on me before explaining in English that
- The viewing panel into the mirrored change room must always be kept open because
- the sales staff protected the store from theft
- by watching the customers inside the “cabines.”
And there you have it. One more reason why Canada looks better every week.
Watching customers undress is the sort of the thing that makes headlines in North America where despite the public’s horror at such a thing, fitting room surveillance is not necessarily illegal. A recreation centre in Calgary has surveillance cameras in their mens and boys change rooms, a fact that they unblushingly defended when a patron went to the media about it.
Retail theft is rampant, so store owners say they are just protecting their business, but it is still discomfiting to think of the minimum-wage perv leering just outside the fitting room possibly with the iPhone camera at the ready to entertain his or her friends with later.
I put the tops back on the rack and left. Good-bye H & M clothing store. I am sorry to leave behind your lovely fashions and sweet sales, but there are some things I’d just as soon not share with you.
Note: Yes, I have complained about European changeroom culture before.
Second Note: I am positive I saw a video camera in a Bratislava restaurant’s bathroom. Ugh.