Well, this is the Anthropologie Effect. It's astounding that I manage to buy anything here at all. As I look around the store, females of all ages are dazed and confused and standing in line holding things. Not shoes, though. Back through the many tiny departments to see where that girl found the multicolored glasses, and I could use a hat like the one her friend is clutching. Do I have to meet someone somewhere? Is it getting late? Probably. I don't get lost in the Anthro on Lincoln Road in Miami, probably because it's a much bigger space and I can tell where the exits are from any point in the store. Here in my home town, I have become a stranded waif. A waif clutching a $40 dish towel, mind you.
What stores put you into a vertical buying coma?