When Worlds Collide

As you enter the clothing store, the rush of chatter from salesmen/women overwhelm you. You're used to it though, and you move to a fairly quieter section, walking along the aisles of endless clothing, letting your hand brush along the soft fabrics. You can't find anything you want, and when you do it's altogether too expensive. You didn't plan on spending a large amount of money, so when you leave, your reflection distorted on the large planes of glass showing off outfits, you don't feel disappointed.
What do you see in your reflection?