Sometimes, people are just gross. I know someone who works in Customer Service at a major retailer and the things he has to deal with are amazing. First off, they pretty much have to accept anything you bring them, which I think is ridiculous when you consider how many people take advantage of policies like that.
Recently, as he tells it, a woman approached the counter wanting to return a blouse. He said he'd be happy to take it. She further explained that she didn't care for the stitching and then carefully peeled down the blouse, revealing her bare shoulder, so she could show him the stitches inside the garment.
"You mean you want to return this blouse?" he asked.
She nodded.
"The one you are wearing?" he confirmed.
"Yes. I'll just run in the bathroom over there and take it off."
"What are you going to wear in the store?" he asked, realizing that he never saw a bra strap when she pulled down the blouse.
"I'll just hold my cardigan closed," she said, demonstrating how she was going to keep the sweater --which had no buttons-- from revealing too much.
"You can't walk around here like that."
She demonstrated again how she planned to keep her cardigan closed.
He called over his female manager and asked her if she'd like to handle it, before excusing himself.
So there you go.
Tuesday, November 18, 2014
Monday, November 3, 2014
Hair's the thing...
I recently got my hair cut. After a ba-jillion years with the same to-my-shoulders bob, I decided I'd chop it off. My stylist used various tools to sculpt this mane -- scissors, a razor, a cup of coffee (she was getting tired) -- and when she was done I was quite happy with the outcome. I really looked forward to less time blow-drying my hair in the mornings.
As I took in my new look in the mirror, a raspy voice from behind me said, "You got your hair cut!" Seeing that we were sitting in the salon and there was enough of my hair on the floor to knit a really funky sweater, I didn't know if I should respond or just let the comment sit there. I chose the latter.
"You got your hair cut now?!" she continued. "You did it backwards. It's winter. Now, you'll be cold!" The woman with the wrinkled face and 1950s updo stared at me from the chair where she held court.
Oh, no!
What a fool I was! I'd thought of everything -- a new look, less time with a hair-dryer, a little mousse for styling... but I forgot that it was going to be WINTER soon in the north east. It's the time of year where temperatures and leaves drop, summer shorts get swapped for winter cords, and the heat is turned on inside. It's a time for soup and hot cocoa.
What to do? What to do?
I climbed out of my stylist's chair, grabbed my coat and stepped outside into the brisk fall air...and, just to make sure it would work, put my hood on.
So there you go.
As I took in my new look in the mirror, a raspy voice from behind me said, "You got your hair cut!" Seeing that we were sitting in the salon and there was enough of my hair on the floor to knit a really funky sweater, I didn't know if I should respond or just let the comment sit there. I chose the latter.
"You got your hair cut now?!" she continued. "You did it backwards. It's winter. Now, you'll be cold!" The woman with the wrinkled face and 1950s updo stared at me from the chair where she held court.
Oh, no!
What a fool I was! I'd thought of everything -- a new look, less time with a hair-dryer, a little mousse for styling... but I forgot that it was going to be WINTER soon in the north east. It's the time of year where temperatures and leaves drop, summer shorts get swapped for winter cords, and the heat is turned on inside. It's a time for soup and hot cocoa.
What to do? What to do?
I climbed out of my stylist's chair, grabbed my coat and stepped outside into the brisk fall air...and, just to make sure it would work, put my hood on.
So there you go.
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