Retail Horror Story of the Week

Apr 28, 2006 18:17

So, I've gotten pretty friendly with one of the girls I work with (it turns out we even went to elementary school together) and we were both working today when this customer comes up and asks if someone can help find her some capri pants for petite women. My friend goes off to help this lady. Usually when customers ask for this assistance, they just want us to point out where in the store the thing is. This lady actually wanted my friend to take her into the dressing room and advise her on which ones looked good. Ok. Fine. Not something we normally do, but understandable.

So about ten minutes later, my friend walks up to me and she is white as a sheet (hard to do since she is black) and she says, "Please shoot me now." Apparently this woman had been in the dressing room and commenting on how hard it is to find capri pants for a petite person and then says the immortal line, "Wanna see how petite I am?" and then PROCEEDS TO PULL DOWN HER PANTS AND UNDERWEAR TO SHOW MY FRIEND HOW PETITE SHE IS.

Who the hell shows someone working in a clothing store all of their business? This is not a gynecologist's office. We do not want or need to see that.

So of course, rather than be understanding and sympathetic to my friend, every time I saw her for the rest of the day I would say, "WANNA SEE HOW PETITE I AM?" and mimed pulling my pants down.
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