"No this is too black," I tell the sales girl for the third time.
"What about this mam?" she sighs.
"This is a bit grayish," I say, observing the fabric of the shirt. "I want the perfect black shirt and pants."
"This is the last piece I'm going to show you, mam. We don't have other shades of black in this," she says, retrieving the pile of shirts I made her carry out.
"Just take anyone!" He grunts from behind me.
"I warned you, boss," I say firmly, looking around the shop while he sighs out of frustration. The sales girl comes out from the back room with a shirt and shows it to me and I perk up with delight.
"Perfect color!" I chimed.
"Finally!" They both utter simultaneously in a low voice and I look between both of them while they both look at each other with a dumbfounded expression.
"Okay, I'll take this pair of shirt and pants." I smile at the sales girl and she scurries away with the items towards the cash counter.
