So yesterday I was cleaning out the fitting rooms; as usual, the evening crew wandered off leaving the fitting rooms a disaster. Clothes and hangers strewn everywhere, trash, and oh, yes, someone left a used diaper laying in there as well. Also, blatant signs of massive theft. Product packaging for non-clothing items all over the place.
Enter Suburban Princess (SP). She trots into one of the rooms I’ve just finished giving the spit ‘n polish to, spends about ten minutes in there, and trots back out empty handed, leaving the room… you guessed it, an absolute wreck.
As I enter the room to clean it again, and start piling the clothes into the shopping cart to be re-hung, what do I come across but a fairly substantial (and obviously pricey) cell phone left behind by SP. I stuck my head out to see if she was nearby, but no – so I toss the cell phone onto my cleaning cart so I can turn it in to the front desk, and go about my task.
Another few minutes passes, and I’m heading out of the fitting room area, when SP comes running past me, wide-eyed and out of breath. She apparently didn’t see me trying to get her attention.
A few seconds later, and she’s run back from the fitting room. By now, I have her cell phone in my hand and I’m holding it for her. She snatches it out of my hand like a starving dog might snatch a piece of meat from the hand of a sympathetic passer-by, all the while giving me a glare that could freeze steam mid-air.
Now, I’m long accustomed to a distinct lack of courtesy from this breed of individual – that is, I’m not expecting a thank-you or even an acknowledgement.
But to be accused of theft… yeah, that’s a new low.
Yes, SP tried to accuse me of trying to appropriate her phone. OF COURSE I’m trying to ‘steal’ it, she reasons. WHY ELSE would I remove it from the fitting room where she accidentally left it?
Ummm… Because, princess, there are individuals who are not so concerned with the misfortune of others if it results in a windfall for themselves…. and surprise, surprise, these same people frequent retail stores for the express purpose of NOT paying for the things they leave with. A cell phone, even a crappy, outdated little flip-phone like mine, will vanish without a trace so fast your head would spin if found, lying unattended, by such individuals. Your expensive little gadget would make a tempting item, indeed, and would likely fetch more than a couple of dollars to the right person.
And, oh, yeah. If I had been trying to steal it, I doubt I would have been holding it very obviously in my hand, waving it at you. Seems to me a better strategy, if I wanted to steal it, would be to conceal it from view, and deny I'd seen it, WOULDN'T IT?
So forgive me for trying to take steps to ensure you got your property back, you ungrateful little bitch. Is it really so hard to say Thank You?
Ah, who am I kidding? The notion never once crossed your mind, did it? Like, not even once since the day you were hatched.
Enter Suburban Princess (SP). She trots into one of the rooms I’ve just finished giving the spit ‘n polish to, spends about ten minutes in there, and trots back out empty handed, leaving the room… you guessed it, an absolute wreck.
As I enter the room to clean it again, and start piling the clothes into the shopping cart to be re-hung, what do I come across but a fairly substantial (and obviously pricey) cell phone left behind by SP. I stuck my head out to see if she was nearby, but no – so I toss the cell phone onto my cleaning cart so I can turn it in to the front desk, and go about my task.
Another few minutes passes, and I’m heading out of the fitting room area, when SP comes running past me, wide-eyed and out of breath. She apparently didn’t see me trying to get her attention.
A few seconds later, and she’s run back from the fitting room. By now, I have her cell phone in my hand and I’m holding it for her. She snatches it out of my hand like a starving dog might snatch a piece of meat from the hand of a sympathetic passer-by, all the while giving me a glare that could freeze steam mid-air.
Now, I’m long accustomed to a distinct lack of courtesy from this breed of individual – that is, I’m not expecting a thank-you or even an acknowledgement.
But to be accused of theft… yeah, that’s a new low.
Yes, SP tried to accuse me of trying to appropriate her phone. OF COURSE I’m trying to ‘steal’ it, she reasons. WHY ELSE would I remove it from the fitting room where she accidentally left it?
Ummm… Because, princess, there are individuals who are not so concerned with the misfortune of others if it results in a windfall for themselves…. and surprise, surprise, these same people frequent retail stores for the express purpose of NOT paying for the things they leave with. A cell phone, even a crappy, outdated little flip-phone like mine, will vanish without a trace so fast your head would spin if found, lying unattended, by such individuals. Your expensive little gadget would make a tempting item, indeed, and would likely fetch more than a couple of dollars to the right person.
And, oh, yeah. If I had been trying to steal it, I doubt I would have been holding it very obviously in my hand, waving it at you. Seems to me a better strategy, if I wanted to steal it, would be to conceal it from view, and deny I'd seen it, WOULDN'T IT?
So forgive me for trying to take steps to ensure you got your property back, you ungrateful little bitch. Is it really so hard to say Thank You?
Ah, who am I kidding? The notion never once crossed your mind, did it? Like, not even once since the day you were hatched.
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