So last Tuesday I drove my beat-up Honda to Rodeo Drive. Felt totally outta place between those shiny Bentleys, let me tell ya. Parked blocks away ’cause, well, valet ain’t in my budget. Grabbed my trusty reusable water bottle – Beverly Hills sun ain’t playing – and walked past those intimidating boutiques.
Walking In & First Impressions
Pushed that heavy Hermes door open. Boom. Silence. And that weird, fancy leather smell hit me. Two guys in suits gave me that head-to-toe scan. Damn near turned around right there. But hey, I planned this.
Key Prep Move: Wore my nicest simple black t-shirt and dark jeans. Clean sneakers. No logos. Carried a plain canvas tote. Didn’t wanna look like a try-hard or a clueless tourist.
- Don’t dress like you just won the lottery.
- Carry a nice, nondescript bag.
The SA Dance
This super-polished lady named Sophie approached. Flashy scarf, quiet voice. Asked what brought me in today. Didn’t mention any specific bag names – rookie mistake, apparently. Just said I admired the craftsmanship and wondered what smaller leather goods might be available. Be vague at first!
She smiled that “sure, honey” smile and started showing me twillies and enamel bangles. Felt like a test. I stayed calm. Pointed out details I genuinely liked: “The stitching on this is incredible,” or “This blue is really vibrant.” Showed I knew my stuff without being obnoxious.
- Start small – scarves, bracelets.
- Actually look at the items. Ask real questions.
- Zero entitlement.
Building Momentum & The Ask
Bought a twilly – $165, ouch. But it’s like paying admission. Sophie warmed up noticeably. Chatted about leather care casually. Took her time.
After maybe 20 mins, leaned in slightly like sharing a secret. “Sophie, I’ve always dreamed of finding a simple Evelyne bag… maybe in a neutral? Size 16?” Mentioned I understood it might take time. Be specific but flexible.
She paused. Glanced around. Then whispered, “We might have just received one in étoupe this morning. I’ll check.” My heart pounded like I’d won roulette.
The Reveal & Closing
She disappeared behind that mysterious back door. Came back holding a dustbag like it held the crown jewels. Revealed that perfect small Evelyne. Tried it on. Acted thrilled but calm. Asked about care instructions again. Never begged. Never shouted “QUOTA BAG!”
The Magic Words: “I’d really love to wear this home today. Can we make that happen?”
Sophie smiled for real this time. “Of course. Let’s get you taken care of.” Paid a painful $2200. Got my little orange box. Walked out feeling lighter than air, clutching that bag like it was my firstborn. Drank tap water from my reusable bottle in the Honda. No paparazzi. No champagne. Just pure victory.
So yeah. Act like you belong, start slow, show real interest, be nice to your SA, and never ever act desperate. Play the damn game right.
