There are likely few women who shop better than I do. I say that with great respect for all my women-friends who do it well.

When I say "shop better", I mean with intention and direction.

Let me explain.

It's been this way with me for years. Chalk it up to a Leo's need to be in control. When I walk into a store, be it department store or grocery store, I know what I'm there to get.

Cosmetics counters, and boutiques bring great joy as well.

But something is happening to my experience as of late. I blame it on the economy.

It seems now more than ever, I'm bombarded with questions. I don't think I'm being singled out....I've seen it happen to other women.

Let me be clear, without sounding ungrateful or unkind.

I appreciate the efforts of a saleslady who's eager to help me find that "perfect" thing. I am however, uncomfortable being asked the same question, "Are you doing, ok?" by the same saleslady, four or five times within an hour.

What follows is that puzzled look between us. She's looking at me, and I'm looking at her, with that knowing expression that says yes, we've had this talk before.

Sometimes I hear the question so often, I think I'm dreaming I've been asked once again and really haven't.

Is it deliberate? I wonder.

Have staff at struggling department stores been pressured to make more contact with customers, more ofen? Is it a guaranteed way to increase the chances of a sale?

Or, could it be the fact that for some salespeople, there is commission involved and therefore more of a chance for an employee (whose hours have been cut) to make extra money?

I never take it personally when someone is trying to do a thorough job to make a sale whatever there reason may be.

It does however make for an uncomfortable exchange. It's uncomfortable for me. It's uncomfortable for them.

Do they notice my frustrated sigh when I respond, "no thank you, I'm fine." I hope not.

The truth is, I most surely will walk into another store in my lifetime. Maybe even this week.

To every saleslady that will approach graciously, and ask the question "are you still doing ok?" Yes, I'm still doing ok.

Above all, please know that I'm sorry I "still" don't need help.

And, I'm especially sorry, that you still have to keep asking me.