I had this spooky encounter while browsing at Banana Republic on Saturday.
Someone from Banana Republic is spying on me. They know my penchant for pink corduroy pants, and beyond that, they've been taking note of what colored pencils (ink, thread...) I use daily...
But really the joke's on them, because I wasn't actually in a buying, or even a trying-on mood. Just a hungry-for-thai-food mood. And $80? Sorry, Banana-Republic-Designer-stalker, but I'm watching my spending.
