15 Fitting Room Stories That Can Make You See Shopping in a Whole New Light

Fitting rooms are like the eye of a hurricane, where you would expect peace and tranquility. Just you, your selected outfits, and the anticipation of seeing them on yourself. Here are 15 stories where the fitting room curtain became like a theater curtain, behind which plots from a wide variety of genres were hidden.

• The other day, in a store fitting room, a woman was persistently persuading her husband to try on another pair of jeans. When suggested that she should also look for something, she replied, “I have everything, I don’t even have time to wear it all!”
  So here is the dialogue between the stalls:
  Someone: “Sir, where did you find a wife like this? Are there any more like her?”
  Our guy: “There are no more, and I’m not giving up mine.” © Unknown author / Pikabu
• I work in a store. This couple started coming frequently. They would gather items and head into the fitting room for 30 minutes. The owner called the security guard, and they went to sort it out. To their surprise, they discovered that the husband was photographing his wife in various outfits.
  It turned out that they had opened an online store and wanted to resell our items at a markup. Judging by the fact that they hadn’t bought anything from us yet — sales weren’t going well for them, but they were no longer seen in our store. © mamdarinka

• Worked as a sales consultant in a well-known sports store. During promotions, when it’s crowded, we remember customers by their shoes so that we can find them later in the fitting rooms (after all, the curtains only go down to a certain point). © Overheard / Ideer
• Was trying on clothes. Next door, in the fitting room, was a couple: the girl was trying on, and the guy was commenting if it looked good or not. They picked about 5 items, and it was time for the guy to try on clothes while the girl commented.
  He tried on all the clothes, and the girl rejected everything, saying they didn’t fit well. And then she added, “Well, since nothing suited you, we can spend the extra money on some shoes for me.” Crafty! © Ward No. 6 / VK
• I liked a dress. Took it to the fitting room. “How many items do you have? One?” Got the number “One.”
  I pulled on the dress, but I couldn’t take it off — the sleeves were too tight. I got stuck. Pulled it back on.
  Called the consultant. Asked for help to remove the dress. She said hesitantly, “I can’t” and called another one.
  The second one also goes, “I can’t.” I thought, “Aha! A dress trap! They’re going to make me buy it.”
  Then I realized that for both of them, I’m like a tower. The girls were petite. I said, “I’ll sit on the stool, and you pull.” They pulled it off.
  Closed myself in the fitting room. Put on my own clothes. Came out. The consultants asked automatically in unison, “Did anything fit?” Reflex without reflection. © veronikaWFS / Pikabu

• My dad is 74 years old, and still quite the comedian. Around Christmastime last year, my sister and I took him shopping with us to get out of the house.
  While shopping, Dad decided to try on a pair of pants and a couple of shirts. My sister and I patiently waited at the entrance to the dressing room, where we had a perfect view of all of the changing stalls. The dressing room was bustling that day, as I mentioned it was just before Christmas.
  He had been in the changing stall for what seemed like forever, although in hindsight it was probably only 5 minutes or so. Finally, I yelled out to him, “Dad, how are you doing?” to which he replies, “Okay, but they’re out of toilet paper in here!”
  Just then, an empty toilet paper roll flies over the top of the changing stall and lands on the floor for everyone to see. Apparently, he had placed the empty toilet paper roll in his pocket before we left the house, planning this stunt the whole time. The looks on the faces of the people in the dressing room that day were priceless. © Laurie Bosell / Quora
• I was trying on several pairs of pants when my phone fell out of my pants pocket as I took them off. I crept out of the changing room to retrieve it, and suddenly the door shut and locked behind me. I was stuck outside the changing room wearing nothing but a T-shirt and Tighty Whities.
  I finally mustered up the courage to seek help from an employee. A female staff member was hanging up clothes on racks in that section. I hid behind another rack and got her attention and asked if she could unlock my changing room for me.
  As we walked back to the changing room, she noticed my state of dress and began to giggle and smirk. By the time we made it back to the changing room to unlock it, I noticed all the clothes had been removed, INCLUDING the pants that I wore to the store in the first place.
  She laughed again. Said I could wear a pair of pants from the store racks until I get to the front door at least, but I would have to remove them so I could leave the store. It was a humiliating walk back to my car in the parking lot. © Marlboro769 / Quora

• I often visit a store where I always buy clothes for myself. The salespeople know my habit of taking a long time and choosing clothes on my own without their help: they just greet me without offering assistance.
  On one such visit, I was taking my time choosing my purchases, being completely alone in the store, and after gathering numerous items, I quietly hid in the fitting room. I hear the voice of one of the saleswomen, “Where’s that beautiful lady, did she leave already?”
  Realizing that they were talking about me, I emerge with a beaming smile to pay for my goods. My happy smile stayed on my face for quite some time, as the saleswoman’s sincere compliment lifted my spirits for the entire day! © Overheard / Ideer
• I was in a dressing room when (what I presume was) a woman and her daughter enter the one next to me.
  Mom: “Before we try on clothes, I want you to give yourself a compliment.”
  Girl: (inaudible, as she was very quiet, making me think she was shy and/or didn’t have a lot of confidence)
  Mom: “It’s important that we feel good about ourselves. Now, let’s see what you picked out.”
  As the mom of a 16-year-old, I very much appreciated this. © AnaInThe_Clouds / Reddit

• Not in a fitting room — in the actual store. I was with my niece. I wanted to try on a dress in a charity shop, which had no changing room.
  However, since I was wearing a blouse and trousers, I elected to simply try it on over my clothes. All went well, and I liked it, it fitted, and I was going to buy it.
  However, the problem arose on the moment I slipped it back over my head, the front was embellished with sequins and beads, and these caught in my shoulder-length hair (a wig actually), and I couldn’t get it off without removing my female wig and exposing my short male haircut. In the middle of a busy shop, on a Saturday afternoon. Nor could I slip it back down.
  My niece saved the day, shoving me into the open office door of the shop, (which was empty of staff) and disentangling my hair from the dress. I sorted out my hair and went to the checkout to pay for the dress, and I don’t think anybody noticed what was going on. © Amanda Gordon / Quora
• I dream that stores with down jackets and other outerwear would have a sealed fitting room with simulations of all weather conditions for the desired time of year. You try on a down jacket, go in, press the buttons, for example, “—20,” “strong wind,” “hail,” “side wind with heavy rain.” Because in the store you are hot in this down jacket, and then in winter, it turns out that the hood is not comfortable enough or the wind blows into the sleeves. © Overheard / Ideer
• So yesterday, as we were short-staffed again, and our only recovery person left at 5. I had to manage the fitting rooms and register. I go to check the fitting room and I see one of the rooms has all these clothes in it. Some customers treat the store like their home, I pick every thing up and place them on the cart.
  This lady with her daughter come back to the fitting room, the girl goes into the room that I found all the clothes in and is looking for a pair of pants that she wanted. Her mom asks me about the pants and I realize that it was them who left all the clothes in there.
  I give them to her, she says, “Oh sorry, we went on shopping and thought no one would touch them.” I give her a look like what? Then go out of the fitting rooms.
  So apparently she thought that just because they left the clothes in there and continued shopping that they could claim the fitting room as their own and that no one would touch the clothes they left in there. I’m sorry lady, but once you exit the dressing room, it’s not yours anymore. © RealestAC / Reddit

• Last year, around May, my house was being painted, and my room was converted into a store room. It was around 8 p.m. and suddenly it struck me that I needed some passport size photographs for the next day. I checked my stock but found none. And there were no photo shops near my house... rather a small mall (a 5-minute walk).
  So I went out, reached the mall, chose a red colored short shirt and went to the trial room. By the way, the trial room was brightly lit with a big, about half of my size, mirror. Quickly changed, I captured 2–3 photos from my smartphone.
  Then changed again, put the shirt on the shelf and went home. After that, I transferred the photos to my PC and printed them. I didn’t have to spend money for printing them from the shop. © Anonymous / Quora
• Once someone told me that people could spy through mirrors. And so, if you touch the glass with your finger and see the fingertip’s reflection, everything’s okay. 7 years have passed, and every time I enter a fitting room, I touch the mirrors. It’s something like a ritual. © Overheard / Ideer
• Shopping mall, clothing store, fitting room, lots of people, some kind of music playing. I hear a guy in the neighboring stall talking on the phone. And suddenly, a Beatles song starts playing — “Yellow Submarine,” but a cover version.
  And then the guy says, “Mom, sorry, The Beatles are playing here, I’m going to listen, bye,” and he starts singing along, or rather, shouting at the top of his lungs. I couldn’t help it, I joined in the singing too. © Overheard / Ideer

And these shopping stories are full of drama.