Today has still left me speechless and that is after a couple of glasses of wine after work. Please allow me to share.
Nameless women's clothing store in a resort town, catering to older ladies. Good price point, loyal custys, etc. Today - in walks Satan in disguise as an old lady. I am actually in a good mood today (yeah, I'm burned out) and ask the demon in disguise, "hi, how are you today". Of course she can't answer with anything other than "do you have any shorts on sale?"
In a very pleasant voice I tell her she just missed them coming in and show her to our sale rack.
"Any mediums?" she hisses.
"No, sorry, looks like just smalls and larges." I reply, still being nice as I have no idea what I am dealing with.
"THANKS FOR NOTHING!" she shouts.
My jaw just went slack.
But I am done with these evil things resembling humans.
"Excuse me? Excuse me? Maam? Maam?" I was still trying as I was going to show her another sale rack at the back of the store with sale shorts. But she keeps her back to me and scurries to another part of the store.
Okay, whatever crazy old bitch. A few minutes later I see her at the sale rack that I was trying to tell her about. Once more I try to kill her with kindness.
Me - "Oh, good, I was going to show you...."Interrupting crazy old bitch "I JUST WANT TO LOOK ON MY OWN!"
Me - "Well, I am just trying to do my job and tell you about the additional sav......"
Crazy ass bitch then glares at me and throws a pair of shorts, on the hanger, at me and storms out.
Guess what you fucking crazy old bag - I am over it!!! I followed her out yelling at her, "That is so dis-respectable, you do not treat another human being like that. That is not acceptable behavior and I will not allow it in my store!"
At this point we are at the front door and she turns to me and says, "Go to hell!"
Seriously! I can't make this shit up. So, on the sidewalk in front of many pedestrians I yelled, "Don't you curse at me you OLD WOMAN!"
I returned to cheers in my store from other customers.
Really, what could make someone so fucking unhappy? It felt damn good to tell her off and I hope she actually complains....I have many ways of making you life a miserable hell old bitch and I would love to have your name and address. Thousands of magazine subscriptions can be a mother fucker to get rid of!!!
Thanks - I feel better already. OverIt trying to change the world one crusty at a time! Oh, disclaimer, I have nothing against old people. I generally love them and 90% of my customers are sweethearts.