So it's closing time at work. I was stuck in the fitting room as usual, and there were a few stragglers still trying things on (the kind of crusty's who wait until we kick them out before finally trudging up to the registers).
Manager #1 came by and when I told her there were people still in the fitting room, she went in a announced that we were now closed.
"Crazy Bitch" as I now refer to her, comes out of the fitting room with the eight bras she had been trying (the max number of items allowed at a time). Her two daughters were waiting in the chairs across from my stand. As I counted her items she grabbed two more that she had left out and started to go back in the fitting room.
Manager #1 told her she wasn't able to try on the last two since we were already closed. This set Crazy Bitch off and she growled, "I spent forever looking for these, so I'm going to try them on!!"
She then bolted into the fitting room without even letting me count her items. Manager #1 (who does not put up with any bullshit from crusty's) yelled, "Next time get a number!"
Crazy Bitch replied with muttered insults and cursing from inside the fitting room. Ten minutes passed and I was terrified that the beast was going to emerge and spew undeserved hatred upon me, the lowly minimum wage slave.
Manager #2 comes by the fitting room and when I told him there was someone still trying on, he ventures to the entrance of the fitting rooms. I warned him that it was a feisty one but he didn't heed my words, and yelled out, "We're closed so you need to come out now."
More curses and insults came from inside. Within a minute, Crazy Bitch stomps out of the rooms and gives Manager #2 an icy death-stare. "I just wanted you to know, " she spits, "You are all very unprofessional. And I work in retail."
Bitch please, I thought. Let me know where you work so I never go in and see your crazy bitch-ass.
Crazy Bitch then nearly throws the two rejected bras at me before storming out with her poor traumatized children in tow.
After a few minutes of hanging clothes, I had to go up to the front and just as I got there, who was leaving, but Crazy Bitch. After all her huffing and puffing and cursing and yelling, she had still bought something from us "unprofessional" folk.
As she left, I didn't see what happened but I heard Manager #1 (still fighting) yell, "Same to you!"
Turns out Crazy Bitch had had one last stick up her ass and had flipped us off as she walked off. Classy.
--Fitting Room Slave