Mia
“In your face, bizzo!” That’s the thought running through your head as you triumphantly hand the salesgirl your overworked Visa card. Sure, you’ll have to pull major overtime to pay for the shirt, but it’s worth it just to prove to the sales clerk that you can afford to shop there, right? A tad different from most shops in South Philly, it’s like a tornado ripped Mia up from Rodeo Drive and plopped it down on Passyunk. Stocked with exquisite and expensive couture, the perfume of choice for the fur-coat-clad patrons might as well be called Old Money. If you thought buying a hundred-dollar Lucky Brand sweatshirt qualified you as an upscale shopper, think again. Show up at Mia in that sweatshirt and you’ll be as invisible to the salespeople as a homeless guy shaking a change cup in front of an ATM machine. If you’ve recently won the lottery and need to unload some cash before seedy relatives come looking for a handout, head to Mia immediately and revel in the luxury. If you live paycheck to paycheck, skip it. There are better things to do with your life savings than justify to retail staff that you belong in their store.
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