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To preface: I work in the Infants/Little girls department, so I deal with a lot of parents, grandparents, parents-to-be, and kiddies. Most are very nice. Some suck beyond belief.
WTF?!
While at the fitting room talking to another associate, a woman with a little girl (about 10-11) and her husband comes up and asks where the training bras are. I point her in the right direction, she leaves, and I go back to talking. A few minutes later, I return to my department with an armload of returns, and begin putting them away. One took me near the little girls bra rack. I hear the woman, and as I walk past, I look over to the side. EGADS!
I barely catch a glimpse of what I really hope isn't a little girl with her shirt off before both parents wheel on me and stare as I hurry past. To make sure it really did happens, that my eyes weren't tricking me, I kinda creep down to one rack and pretend to sort it while looking. Indeed, there is one rather shirtless little girl standing in the middle of the aisle, trying on a bra while her parents fuss over her, not seeming to see a problem. I'm about two seconds away from getting a manager when they have her put her shirt back on as if nothing happened, and go back to shopping. Now that I think about it, I'm not totally sure they didn't steal a bra.
OMG!
A rather unpleasant-seeming woman storms into the store. I can hear her coming before I see her, screaming the whole way about something. She has a rather frazzled looking husband and daughter (10-12) in tow. The kid seems to want a lot of things, but the woman starts yelling and fighting like it's the end of the world every two second, fighting everything anyone says, almost mowing down a kid with her cart. She seems to hate the store, and luckily doesn't notice me as I sorted unobtrusively. Raging the whole time, she tears through the department, throwing things around, then leaves. The little girl starts asking for underwear, and I swear to Cthulhu, the mom yells, "I'M NOT BUYING YOU ANY MORE UNDERWEAR, YOU'LL JUST GET POOP STAINS IN THEM!"
WTF?!
While at the fitting room talking to another associate, a woman with a little girl (about 10-11) and her husband comes up and asks where the training bras are. I point her in the right direction, she leaves, and I go back to talking. A few minutes later, I return to my department with an armload of returns, and begin putting them away. One took me near the little girls bra rack. I hear the woman, and as I walk past, I look over to the side. EGADS!
I barely catch a glimpse of what I really hope isn't a little girl with her shirt off before both parents wheel on me and stare as I hurry past. To make sure it really did happens, that my eyes weren't tricking me, I kinda creep down to one rack and pretend to sort it while looking. Indeed, there is one rather shirtless little girl standing in the middle of the aisle, trying on a bra while her parents fuss over her, not seeming to see a problem. I'm about two seconds away from getting a manager when they have her put her shirt back on as if nothing happened, and go back to shopping. Now that I think about it, I'm not totally sure they didn't steal a bra.
OMG!
A rather unpleasant-seeming woman storms into the store. I can hear her coming before I see her, screaming the whole way about something. She has a rather frazzled looking husband and daughter (10-12) in tow. The kid seems to want a lot of things, but the woman starts yelling and fighting like it's the end of the world every two second, fighting everything anyone says, almost mowing down a kid with her cart. She seems to hate the store, and luckily doesn't notice me as I sorted unobtrusively. Raging the whole time, she tears through the department, throwing things around, then leaves. The little girl starts asking for underwear, and I swear to Cthulhu, the mom yells, "I'M NOT BUYING YOU ANY MORE UNDERWEAR, YOU'LL JUST GET POOP STAINS IN THEM!"
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