Retail Hell Underground

Lacoste Window Fail

 

Chanel Paper Shopping Bag Selling For $210

From Fenton Bailey on World of Wonder blog:

It’s just a paper bag, people! If you see a two-hundred-dollar paper bag in your future, go here. On the other hand, as our WOW manifesto states, the wrapping’s the thing. The seller – the aptly named Winningduh – also has 12 inches of Chanel ribbon going for $10.

via worldofwonder.net

Abercrombie & Fitch Promotes Singapore Store With Topless Greeters

Abercrombie & Fitch is opening a store in Singapore on December 15th and what better way to get free publicity than to hire a wall of buff shirtless men in sweat pants and flip flops as greeters! Mayhem ensued (at least for a few gawking Singapore girls and tourists passing by on the sidewalk) Will the shirtless Aberzombie models be headed to the US next?

 

The Aberzombie Ab Army. You will do as they say.

 

Audition line for the Abercrombie Fucks Fitch porno?

 

My gay brother will love this!

 
Birdwatching at it's best!

 

A moment of adults having fun = a lifetime of therapy.

 

Thanks, but no we aren't into three-ways.

 

 

Yeah, well if you don't come up with the 50 bucks for the photos your gonna wish you weren't such a fat ass. And no we don't take credit cards, bitch.

 

 

 

 

 

 

Dolce & Banana Fashion

Paris N.A.T.s Steal Mark Jacobs Spring 2012 Collection

From Huff Po:

Alert the fashion police!

No, not Joan Rivers -- the real police! Marc Jacobs' Spring 2012 collection has been stolen in its entirety from a train leaving Paris.

The Telegraph reports that en route to the brand's press day, where all the samples from the collection would be presented to editors, all of the new, as-yet unproduced samples disappeared.

The news came via email:

Dear all,

The Marc Jacobs PR team is sorry to inform you that our press day tomorrow [a refresher of the clothes that were first shown on the catwalk. What, the models' googly-eyed death stares were distracting, alright?] in the Marc Jacobs store is cancelled, due to the theft of the spring/summer 2012 collections during its transfer from Paris.

How someone stole the whole collection, we cannot comprehend. Did they simply run the train car carrying all those shimmery dresses and layered skirts right off the rails? Did they do it piece by piece, using suitcases or granny carts? Did they go undercover as fashion PR execs? As train conductors?

No matter how the thieves did it, they better watch out. Because nothing and no one gets between a fashion editor and her Marc Jacobs.

via www.huffingtonpost.com

Dumbass Blonde Shopper On An Escalator

 

 At a Saks Fifth Avenue store. Was she trying to get to a sale?

 

Waiting on Monster of the Bride

Hello again RHU!

A few weeks ago I posted a story about an Auntzilla, well this one involves a Momzilla! Here goes!

Recently, I received a call from an irate custy who ranted about a dress order she had made. Apparently this was suppose to be a Mother of the Bride dress that she was going to wear for her daughter’s wedding that was to happen in a few months.

"Hello Retail Hell, how can I serve you?"

"I’m really upset! I ordered a Mother of the Bride dress for my upcoming daughter’s wedding and it hasn’t arrive yet!" She roars.

"I’m sorry about that. Let me look into this," I tell her. I do some digging and find out some info for her.

"Miss, the dress you ordered is being specially ordered. It will arrive in four weeks. Will this be an inconvenience because we can cancel your order and find something suitable in time for your daughter’s wedding?"

"No, no," she says calmly. "I really want THAT dress! How come it takes so long?"

"It is a limited edition item," I explain to her. "The manufacturer only made a small amount from the factory as a seasonal purchase. The company is sold out I’m afraid but it looks like we had to special order it for you that is why it takes four weeks for delivery."

"That is fine," she tells me. "Just call me when it arrives so I can pick it up."

"We certainly will," I tell her. *Hangs up.* 

(One week later. Phone rings.)

"How come no one called me that the dress is here?" the custy yells.

"It is has only been one week Miss," I tell her again. "It is a special order that takes up to four weeks to arrive. If this is too long, we can help you find another dress to wear for the wedding."

"No, no," she replies. "I want THAT dress. Just call me when it arrives." *Hangs up.*

(Second week. Phone rings.)

"Okay now I really mad!" She shouts on the phone. "No one is calling me that the dress is here!"

"Miss, I told you that is special order that will arrive now within two weeks since you last called," I tell her. "Look this dress won’t arrive until that time. Why don’t we get you a different dress or I can cancel the order and refund your money."

"No, no," she protests. "I really want that dress. Just call me when it arrives!" *Hangs up.*

(Third week. Phone rings.)

"This is ridiculous!" The custy is livid. "What kind of business are you running? No one is calling me about my dress order arriving! I’ve talked to six managers in your store and they keep telling me that the dress is not there yet? I want answers!"

"Miss, you talked to six different managers and the answer is still the same." I reiterate. "The dress will be delivered in one more week because it is being specially ordered for you."

"Let me see what I can do," I sigh.

I phone in the Special Ordering department to see the progress of this dress and do you know what I discovered? THIS BITCH CALLED THEM AND CANCELLED HER ORDER! THE BITCH IS PLAYING MIND GAMES WITH US! Oh now I’m pissed so I phone Momzilla back.

"Hello," she answers in her fake sweet voice.

"Miss, I just called the Special Ordering department." I tell her. "They informed me you called them and cancelled your order so obviously it is going to take longer for this dress to arrive."

"What!?!" She screeches. "That’s a lie! No I didn’t! I need for you to reorder it so I can have the dress in time for my daughter’s wedding! You have to reorder it again!"

"Let me get this straight," I flatly tell her. "You want the dress after all? But you cancelled it!"

"I don’t care!" She snaps. "Just get me that dress and get to me fast!" *Click.*

In the end, we reorder the dress again for rush delivery and receive it. Momzilla gets her dress even though it took EXACTLY four weeks of waiting for it to arrive. I feel bad for the future groom since he is marrying into the family with crazy Mother-In-Law who enjoys playing mind games with people. Run buddy run!

--Queer Geek

 

Photography Teacher Tells Students It's Okay To Buy Expensive Shoes For Photo Shoots and Then Return Them

NumismaticNerd here with a very short story for you.

As an update to my two previous posts, my orientation went very well, and so far I think I'll enjoy working there. This barely tri-state company is actually still privately owned by the same seven families that started it. It seems like a truly fun place to work!

Anyway, getting to my main story, as I've said before, I'm a photography student in a college that was in a recent PDN article, claiming that going to that school is a bad choice because of cost. It's more expensive per year because we go in quarters, but it's also less expensive as a whole, since it's three years instead of four. That part is neither here nor there, but it's a background of the school I go to. It's pricy. And big time.

As a photography student, things are even more pricy, with cameras, film/digital media, paper and ink if you print at home, and photo props.

So my teacher in Portraiture II and I had a bit of a disagreement. I can't think of a nickname for her, so it'll just be 'her' and 'me'

Her: So when you're shooting, if you need a pair of $200 shoes, you should go to the store, buy them, put blue painter's tape on the soles, then take the tape off and return them when you're done. You might have to edit out the blue in post production.

Me: *timid from the back of the room* Uh... that's kind of rude to the people who work at the shoe stores...

Her: Maybe so, but everyone does it.

Me: *less timid now* They shouldn't. Someti-

Her: That's enough *continues on with the class*

What I had been about to say, is sometimes people who work at shoe stores work on commission, and returning them could seriously screw them up if the commission is taken back out when they're returned.

Well I'm typing this while still in class, but we're on a break, so I should probably get back to work.

What would you have done in my shoes?

Pun only half intended.

--NumismaticNerd

 

Crazy Marc Jacobs Commerical

 

 

 

St. John Mannequin Ready To Bail

If I can just get this pole out of my ass, I'll make a run for the door.

Retail Slaves As Custys: Pranking Snooty Salespeople

Sorry I haven't written for ages, I've been in surgery and all kinds of crap. The problem is, I have committed a heinous crime.

Some of you may know that I am a steampunk. However, I am usually grouped into goth, emo, whatever.

Well, there is a shop over here which sells clothes to preppy kids and today I went in there to buy my niece a present.

Literally the second I walked in there, the assistants started snickering at me, whispering about my clothes and hair, and one of them said to me "We dont usually see your kind in here" in a really bitchy tone. So, I left, silently seething.

Now, I couldn't just let them get away with it. So I formulated a plan.

After calming down a little, I wandered back in (silently) and started looking at clothes. Once I heard their snickering, I pretended to hyperventilate and started clawing at my skin. When one of them came over and asked bitchily if I needed help, I said "I seem to be turning into A MASSIVE TOOLBOX!" and ran out of the store…

I ask for forgiveness for my sins and repent to all the retail gods. Please, RHU, am I forgiven for being a horrid custy?

--The Science Ninja.

Classic Absolutely Fabulous: Patsy Hates Being a Retail Slave

 

From the Absolutely Fabulous episode called "Panickin." Patsy talks about being a salesperson and shows us how she handles custys! I've posted part of this before, but was able to get the opening part with this video. Video is ten minutes. You can watch from beginning or start from 5:15 where Patsy gives a speech about how much she hates working on the floor. It's absolutely fabulous!

 

 

Department Store Hell: Observations From Spaceship Joe

Hello all!

First, some old business: I had what we southerners refer to as "a come-to-Jesus meeting" with my manager. (Remember my little parable about Bosses and Body Parts?) We put everything on the table, and when it was over, peace reigned again in my beloved Mens Department.

Whew!

Now, on to new business. Recently, the following has happened:

- I spotted a mother and child by the escalator. Mom was busy yapping on her cellphone. The kid (about 3 years old, I guess) gets on the up escalator.

When the kid is about halfway up, mom turns around and FREAKS THE FUCK OUT! A passing Good Samaritan sprinted up and grabbed the kid and ran down the up escalator (good trick, that!) to re-unite mother and child. Without a word of thanks to Good Sam, mom then spanks the bejesus outta the kid. Way to go, mom!

- A custy was trying on shoes.

When I asked if I could help, he said, "All your shoes are really, really TIGHT! What's up with that?"

I asked him what size he normally wore.

"Size 10", he replied.

"Well, that explains that", I said. "Most of the display shoes are Size 8, Sir."

- Two women I can only describe as "ghetto fabulous" (yeah, I know. I'm a horrible person for saying that. give it a rest.) were wandering through the dress shirts section.

Woman #1 was wearing gold lame' ballet flats, black tights (accent on the TIGHT), leopard-print tube top and lots of poorly-drawn tattoos.

Woman #2 had a canary-yellow do-rag, canary-yellow press-on nails, a white dress shirt knotted under her boobs and a black-and-white striped skirt that was a foot shorter in the back than the front.

Woman #1 asked where the mens dress shirts were. When I pointed out that they were all around us, she got a look on her face like I had just shoved a head of rotten cabbage under her nose.

"You call THESE dress shirts?! What are they made of? COTTON?! Please! I expected more from Gord & Raylor!"

Well, beggin' yer shrivness there, Yer Ladyship, but we're fresh out of spun GOLD at present! Lemme swallow my wedding band here and see if I can SHIT you out a proper shirt!

GULP.

UUUNNNNGGGGGGGHHH!
UUUUNNNNNGGGGGGGGHHHH!

Sorry. No go!

...and the dance goes on.

Peace.

--Joe the Cigar Guy

 

Stupid Shopper Ruins $70 Fragrance Gift Set

Jack-of-All-Hells here!

I work in a department store that is popular in the south. Today as I was getting ready to clock out for my lunch break, I passed a woman at our perfume counter that had ripped open a Be Delicious gift set. (This set is worth over $70) I immediately walked over to her.

Me: "Do you need help with that gift set?"

Stupid Woman: "Yes, please." *holds a fragrance strip up to her nose and sniffs it*

Me: "Did you spray the perfume from the gift set?"

Stupid Woman: "Yes..."

Me: "You aren't supposed to open these and spray them, they are FOR SALE."

Stupid Woman: "Well I wanted to know how it smelled."

(All of our testers are RIGHT next to the gift sets. Admittedly, many of them are missing because we have a SERIOUS problem with theft, but still....WTF?!)

Did it not occur to this dumb bitch to get an associate? What part of her mentally-challenged brain went, "Gee, I'll just rip the plastic off of the SEALED $70+ gift set and start spraying it?!"

Of course I had to try and tape it back together, and the next person who is considering buying it will probably either want a different box because its not pretty enough, or want a huge discount!!!

I wish I could say that this is the first time this has happened.........or the second........or the third.........or the.......

SDLFJ OWR09Q34508358VN03UNER GAENV09W4U0345GV84N-V32[T9N !!!

--Jack-of-all-Hells

Moody Managers and Dumbass Custys

So it's been a while since my last but first post in which I explained how a custy flipped me off for no apparent reason. Well, the time has come again because I think all the douchebags escaped the zoo. I have 2 stories. One about douchey manager, and another about douchey custy.

A little background, I work at a high end department store called Bloomingfail's. We seem to have an abundance of managers with a power chip on their shoulder's so they find really snide ways to try to make themselves feel important and you feel little.

Now we hold rallies before the store opens or in the break room to get information on what events are going on. I'm starting my shift when the store is already open so I head onto the floor to get clocked in before coming into the back. Note: We are allowed to have drinks and food on the floor before opening and in the break room obviously.

I walk onto the floor with my coffee to clock in when one the managers stop me and says, "No coffee on the floor."

I started talking, saying "Oh, but I thought..."

She cuts me off and says "No."

Super rude. I'm pretty pissed but whatever, I put it back, finish the rally. Afterwords I think to myself, wait, WHAT? What a rude ass beezy! So I go back to this delightful manager and say "Hey, so this morning when you told me no coffee on the floor, I was in the middle of saying 'Oh, wait but I thought...' and then you cut me off and said No I was just going to say I thought coffee was allowed during rallies"

She then apologized as sincerely as she half-heartedly could, probably feeling stupid, then apologized again later. Fine, just don't fucking cut me off when I'm talking, you're not more important than me. If she was really concerned about the coffee, fine. But it was so obvious she was just trying to be a bitch.

Towards the end of my shift I get an obnoxious rude customer: I'm standing behind the sunglass bay when he walks up with his wife and says, "I need help". ....okay. Want to elaborate?

He says nothing more so I ask "With what?"

To which he responds, "What do you think?"

I'm so not in the mood so I say in my most deadpan way "Well, I also work in the fashion accessories department which is right behind you and part of the sunglasses section."

*Tears hair out of skull* WTF is wrong with people?!?!

What I should have said was "Well this is the entire accessories department encompassing, jewelry, scarves, watches, glasses, handbags, and then some. In terms of sunglasses alone, gee lets see, return? Exchange? You could be looking for a specific pair, need a fitting or readjustment. It's also impossible to know whether you just walked up and found the first associate you saw. So unfortunately, bloomingfail's doesn't hire psychics so if you want that help you need, you should probably just answer my fucking question"

Sorry that was so long, I just...wanna... LAHSDLFJH NLAKH LKAHSDKLFH AN!!!!!!

--Bloomingfail's slave.

Retail Slave Pet Peeves: Custys Who Are Rude When Greeted

From HighEnd Slave:

I have a submission about one of my pet peeves:

Customers who shop at stores with salespeople and act annoyed that the salespeople dare to talk to them. I'm wondering if anyone else has seen/dealt with this.

I work for a national "high end" department store in the US. Although the store is thought of as high end, the customers are total cheap, classless pieces of you know what.

As a sales person I am required to make sales quotas. This means I have to approach customers and see how they are doing, and try to find out what they need so I can sell it to them.

Well I get a ton of people who act so completely annoyed that I asked them how they were doing, if they found everything okay, or can I start a fitting room for you. Frequently I get the "I'm just looking thank you", but said more like "fuck off."

Sorry for trying to make things easier for you, I'll just let you walk around aimlessly like an idiot. Never have I walked in a store and had someone help me shop, or offer to start a fitting room for me. Even when I shopped at this store before I started working there, no one offered to help me find what I needed. I shopped, I bought, I left. Maybe one day they will realize that part of being a high end store is offering customer service, if you don't like sales people, shop somewhere else. This has always been a part of the shopping experience of this store shouldn't be a surprise when someone tries to talk to you.

Well the women and the couples are the worst I walked up to one woman asked her who she was shopping for, made a suggestion of an item to look at, she said she had already picked it up, I said ok great and I walked away. You know what this cum receptacle did? She left the mess she made at that particular rack and walked off as if I had done the worst thing in the world by suggesting a product. I LEFT HER ALONE! If I was an aggressive sales person I would be checking her out so fast your head would spin, and she wouldn't have time to act like a douche. But that's okay, hopefully you will end up with the shark who takes advantage of you and forces you to open up a credit card with 80% interest.

Couples are really shitty too. I'm a female salesperson and all the women here get upset when you approach them to help. I had only asked if a couple was doing okay when the women made faces like "ugh here she comes." Women even try to compete for attention when I try to help them find clothes for their husband. Please don't ask me for help if you don't want me to continue helping you or don't intend to give me the sale. I do not want your BF/husband, no one wants him, that's why you are the only one who married him. so get off your high horse and stop thinking other women want your used goods. If it wasn't my job I wouldn't even acknowledge your dumb, lousy saggy ass. I would love for these women to have their other half stolen by a gay man that they personally chosepicked out to be their sales person. That would be sweet justice! Anyway now I know to not help couples.

Anyone else have experiences with customers who are annoyed when you offer help?

--HighEnd Slave

Nightmare Closing Custy gets Told

Hello Underground friends- FLGlamazon here.

My what fun it is when a pita custy tries to physically barge her way into the store as you are locking up (10 minutes after closing- a regular had me staying over to console her with her tale of woe, she is a sweetheart).

Pita tried grabbing the shorts on the rack nearest her- as I politely told her twice that we have been closed for 10 minutes. She would not get out, so I lied and said that the alarm was set and she could get arrested if she stayed inside the store.

Fast forward three days, and Pita is back, pawing at the racks and trying to haggle over shorts that have already been marked down- which she adamantly refused to try on. We are a consignment shop- so no returns or exchanges, I explained to her, and pointed to the sign above the register stating those facts. I asked her again to try them on-just to be sure since no clothes are standardized sizing anymore. No- Pita just buys them and tries haggling again.

Two hours later, I had a store full of nice ladies- and I was still working by myself. Pita returns with her bag'o crappy shorts, plops them down on the counter, loudly demanding an exchange- since I had "told her that was OK to do before".

I got close to her(taking away her loud freak show for the shoppers)and quietly explained that no means no, pointed to the store policy sign and the policy on her receipt.

Pita then GRABS THE NEW PAIR OF SHORTS, THROWS THEM IN HER BAG, and acts like, OK, now we have done the exchange- and tries to walk out.

HELL NO BEYOTCH!!!!!

I grabbed the bag swiftly, threw the new pair on the counter, stuffed the old pair in her bag, and purposefully strode to the exit, stating- you need to talk to me OUTSIDE to the pita.

One eye on the packed store full of women, I told her "You have worked on my last nerve by coming in her after closing and this stunt today. Pushing your way doesn't work here, No means no- and It will be a cold day in hell before you get your way. Goodbye."

I walked back into the store still shaking, but with a forced smile, nicely checking on the custys- and several smiled big grins while complimenting me. The best one was a petite designer jeans freak, buying 8 pairs (Boss lady just came in after Pita got in the car telling her husband "she said no")...Boss lady got a very good compliment for me from jeans lady who said "I work in the local emergency room, and I wish she worked there with us- I have never seen someone keep a cool head like her".

Hugs to you. E.R. jeans lady!!!!!!!!!

--FLGlamazon

Cherry: English Journalist Liz Jones Fails At Secret Shopping

Hello everyone, it's Cherry IScream.

I'm still looking for a job, but when I was shown this article, I just had to share it!

Liz Jones, a woman well known for being completely ridiculous at the best of times, went around British High Street shops and scored them by the most absurd standards.

Among the things she demanded where:

- Shop assistants being able to tell her size just by looking.
- Trying to return a bra SHE WAS WEARING
- Expecting a high street shop to alter a pair of trouser for her.

And then the story gets a little better.

On both the Daily Mail Website (no stranger to controversy due to it's very biased opinions) and Etiquette Hell, Ms Jones has been thoroughly ripped to shreds. Almost every comment has been to inform her that she is living in a dream world if she expects shop assistants to act as her slaves.

There's hope for us all yet.

--Cherry IScream

http://www.dailymail.co.uk/femail/article-1346991/Fed-surly-shop-assistants-care-Youre-We-unleashed-LIZ-JONES-investigate-just-Britains-served.html

Return Hell: Hoochie Mama Wants Cash at Canadian Big Fancy

From a Former Retail Slave:

Sup!

H here, and I'm free from retail... at least for a while.

I just finished my seasonal placement at Canada's version of the big fancy. I just had to tell you about a customer I dealt with on my second to last shift...

I worked in a section with a popular cotoure brand for women which I'll call Juicy Torture. We were located across from handbags.

A lady came in who I'll call Hootchie Mama, or HM.

She came to my register and asked me if she could return a bag for cash. Store policy is that you will get your purchase refunded onto the thing you used to pay for it (debit, credit) or else you get a gift card.

I checked her receipt and she'd paid in debit. I told her our policy, and she said "Why can't you give me cash?"

I told her our policy again and showed it to her on the back of her receipt. She said her debit card wasn't working so I told her I would put it on a gift card. She said she was going to call her bank and see if she could get it sorted out, but could we please get a manager to talk to when she came back?

I looked at my coworker and sighed, but told her we would. When she finally came back, I called my manager and explained the situation to him. He was in a meeting, but told me that we could do it as long as she produced two pieces of ID.

This is where the shit hit the fan.

The woman pulled out a credit card... and a credit card bill. I told her we would need photo ID. She got incredibly snippy.

HM: Uhm, this is a credit card. It's not easy to get one of these you know! It's not like a bank card!

Coworker: Okay... *calls manager* No, I'm sorry, we need photo ID

HM: And what would BE a photo ID?

Me: Well... IBOD, Drivers License, Military license, Passport, Pilot's license... we just can't take health cards anymore.

HM: I want to speak to a manager!!!

Coworker: Our manager is in a meeting right now which is why he can't come down.

HM: I don't understand! I bought something from you and no one is doing any favors for me!!

Me: *bitch, you are returning an item...* Well, I can put it on gift card for you, but I'm afraid without photo ID, we can't do anything. Our manager is already making an exception for you..

HM: YOU'RE BEING RUDE. I don't appreciate your attitude!

Me: *Note, I've never dealt with rude customers well* WELL MA'AM, I'm so SORRY that you find my attitude rude.

HM: YEAH, You ARE being rude. So just stop.

I process her return in silence, and when she's done, she says she still wants to talk to the manager. I tell her he's in a meeting.

HM: This is really unprofessional!! He's being arrogant by not coming down here to speak with me. I WANT HIS NAME.

I tell her his name, and she storms off.

How much was the return for?

Sixteen dollars.

Bitches be crazy.

--Former Retail Slave

 

Rude Bitch Encounter At Boutique

From Slave With No Name:

Hey there RHUers!

Long time reader, first time blahhh blah blah blah. I've been working in retail in my parents' business for about 10 years now, so I've encountered my fair share of threatening custys, NATs, and rude-ass bitches.

I'll write about more of my stories another time, but this one happened today and it just made me so upset that I had to share.

I was working with my mom in her boutique in a fairly upscale suburban area. Our custys are usually pretty polite, since they live in the area. It's pretty rare that we get rude custys, but it does happen.

This bitch that came in today was not only rude, but she took the motherfuckin cake.

It had only been an hour since we opened, and we'd only had two customers (one of whom was channeling Snooki at her finest, but I digress). Now, I was already pretty tired, since we rearranged the entire store last night and my mom and I didn't get home until 11 PM and had to open again this morning.

I was standing at the counter when Fat Bitch (FB) walked in and loudly announced what a cute store it was. Thanks and all, but I could already tell that she was gonna be an obnoxious fuck when she started commenting on every single thing that she touched, which was also everything.

I went into the back to get a drink of water, and walked back out to the counter where my mom was assisting. FB then looked both of us up and down and in her nasally voice, started talking:

FB: "Oh you're her daughter!"

Me: "Yep, I am =)"

FB: "You're so much...bigger than your mom! She's so skinny, but you're not!"

Me: =O

FB: "My daughter's skinnier than I am, but I guess you're not like that, are you?"

Me: =OOO

Now, I may be bigger than my mom, but I'm still skinny by American standards. She's 5' 6" and 110 pounds and I'm 5' 8" and 133 pounds. This is 10 pounds more than I used to weigh in September, and I gained this weight because of medication I had to take for one of my various problems.

FB's comment wouldn't normally bother me, but her "big" comment came after a string of criticizing comments during Christmas from family/family "friends" on how I was getting a gut and how I used to be so skinny and blahdifuckinda. Sorry I had to take medication, guys, but last time I checked, you're not so hot either. So fuck you.

Anyway, so my self-esteem was already kinda low and FB just tipped the scale so that I ended up crying after she left.

I've laughed in customers' faces, yelled at customers, and I've even cussed at them, but NEVER have I felt this bad about myself and cried because of a custy. FB is very VERY lucky that I was at a loss for words or else I would've torn her a new one.

Also, even if I were fat, she must have the manners of a crusty and their hellspawn being fucked sideways on a horse on Black Friday to say it to my face. God help her if I ever see her again, because I will fuck that bitch up.

Anyway, thanks for letting me get this off my chest. I still have more stories from the crusty vault of shame for another time, including a small man with an even smaller temper and an inferiority complex.

Until then, hang in there, fellow slaves!

--Someone who needs suggestions for a name =)