Store embarrassment

I'm no good when it comes to talking to people because it puts me under pressure.

A few days back, I was at the mall. I went into this store that was having a sale and picked out quite a few things to try on. This store is usually quite expensive and their sales are bleh (sometimes their "sale" means $1-10 off a $100 shirt or something crazy like that), but this sale has been proving to be a real sale. I found myself being lucky and finding hella good deals.

Anyways, I had a whole bunch of hangers hanging on my arm as I was looking at some clothes, and one of the sales people came up and asked if she could start a room for me. I was like okay, and she asked what my name was. I told her, and continued looking.

Then I went ahead to line up for the fitting rooms. The whole time I was standing there, I was planning out what to say, because the person manning the fitting rooms doesn't know someone already brought over my other clothes. I was like if she asks this question, I'll answer with this; if she asks that, I'll say that. It was my turn; I walked up to her and she asked a totally different question, one I had not anticipated.

First off, I've been in that store countless times over the years, and never has anyone asked if they could start a room for me. Second, she asked how many items I had (I had 2 in hand and the few the other employee took) and I had no freaking clue what to say. She didn't know someone took my other stuff, and I had no idea where that person went. So stammering, I was like "I have more stuff... um... someone took my stuff earlier... and, uh..." In reply, she said "okay, which ones are yours?" Huh? What? Where? I looked at her dumbly.

"Who took your stuff?" At this point, I was still staring at her with a stupid confused look on my face. "Uh... um... I don't see her," I said. But you know what? That other employee (the one who took my stuff earlier) just came into the fitting room and was standing right beside the lady interrogating me about my stuff. She was standing there to deliver more clothes from people around the store and she was watching this go down.

The lady (from the fitting room; not the person who took my stuff in the first place) pointed at the rack of clothes literally right in front of us (how did I not see it?!) and asked again which ones are mine. But because I was under all this pressure, and nervous as hell, I didn't comprehend her question. Suddenly I remembered the other girl asking me if she could start a room for me and asked for my name. So I thought, she must have made a name tag thing and grouped my clothes together with it. So in reply to "which ones are yours?" I said my name.

Ugh! The embarrassment! She gave me a weird side-glance look like what-the-hell. Then I finally understood and pointed at the clothes I picked out earlier.

Oh the shame is too real! I was mortified. How could I have possibly misunderstood that question so wrong? That's just one of the many, I mean infinite, examples of how I suck under pressure and at talking to... well... other humans.