Every now and then on a random Tuesday I think about the lovely, eager, energetic Lincoln Square Gap sales associate who helped me shop for new knit polo button ups in the middle of a New York summer heatwave.
I don't remember his name, but I'll never forget that he went above and beyond to get me a sale price for three shirts even though only one style was actually marked down—he even found a size online they no longer had in stores for the lower price, too. I didn't say much to discourage the discount, but he said, "You shouldn't be paying full price for this." (And to think I usually wander around refusing any help and leave with nothing.)
