Interesting episode at the Turkish clothing chain at the more Western of the two downtown malls. Was looking at an Oxford shirt, so I took the three that I was going to buy, walked to the mirror, put the shirts down on the shelf next to it, and put one of the shirts on over the long-sleeve shirt I was wearing. A clerk came over, and for some reason told me that I couldn't put the shirts on a shelf where they didn't belong. I accommodated the request, moved them onto the original shelf, and went back, and put the shirt on a second time, like a jacket. Whereupon the fellow told me that I couldn't do that (he hadn't mentioned that the first time) -- I would have to go to the dressing room to try it on over my clothing.
"Friend," I said, I "if you tell me to leave, I'll leave without buying anything, but I'm not going to buy this shirt without doing this." He stepped away, I put the shirt on over my clothing, took it off, bought the three shirts, and left.
Sort of a discount chain. Not exactly Saks.
Interesting place, sometimes.
[I should add that most folks are very friendly and hospitable, especially to US types. And the Balkan ethic of hospitality is very strong throughout the old Republic. Quite the matter of honor.]