I was volunteering at the charity shop this morning. A woman in maybe her mid-thirties was trying two pairs of shorts on in the fitting room. Now, I don't really pay attention to what customers are wearing, unless the clothes are eye-catching. What this woman had got on clearly hadn't caught my attention. So, she came back out, plonked a pair of shorts onto the counter, and two coat-hangers. I thought, for some reason, that she'd left the other shorts in the fitting room, so I started folding the shorts and then looked at the tag. As I was about to ring them into the till, she barked, "Not those!"
"Sorry, which ones then?" I replied.
"Er... I've got them on?"
It was one of those questions that had a sarcastic, rude edge to it. She then swore (f-bomb) but the rest of it was mumbled so I couldn't hear what she'd said. Anyway, she'd ripped the tag off the ones she was wearing and put that down on the counter so that I could find out the price. So I put the transaction through the till, asked her if she wanted a bag (which was no, and it looked like she'd put what she was wearing before in a carrier bag that she came in with) and then, her parting gift:
"Fucking retard."
It wasn't loud, it was under her breath, but I could hear each word all the same. And then I wondered what she'd called me before, and I'm actually quite thankful that I didn't hear it the first time.
Today isn't my day. Quite a few customers have been... snippy? Which is rare in the charity shop. Maybe the humidity is getting to everyone, I dunno.
I'm also at the clothing shop which is situated within a garden centre this afternoon, and I've just got a bad feeling about it lol. So there may be a new post tonight, or maybe there won't be. Hopefully it'll be the latter.
"Sorry, which ones then?" I replied.
"Er... I've got them on?"
It was one of those questions that had a sarcastic, rude edge to it. She then swore (f-bomb) but the rest of it was mumbled so I couldn't hear what she'd said. Anyway, she'd ripped the tag off the ones she was wearing and put that down on the counter so that I could find out the price. So I put the transaction through the till, asked her if she wanted a bag (which was no, and it looked like she'd put what she was wearing before in a carrier bag that she came in with) and then, her parting gift:
"Fucking retard."
It wasn't loud, it was under her breath, but I could hear each word all the same. And then I wondered what she'd called me before, and I'm actually quite thankful that I didn't hear it the first time.
Today isn't my day. Quite a few customers have been... snippy? Which is rare in the charity shop. Maybe the humidity is getting to everyone, I dunno.
I'm also at the clothing shop which is situated within a garden centre this afternoon, and I've just got a bad feeling about it lol. So there may be a new post tonight, or maybe there won't be. Hopefully it'll be the latter.
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