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This one took place a good couple years ago.
I work in a bra store in between semesters at college. I've been working there for three years and pretty much have seen it all. Old people, young people, bratty little teenyboppers who think they need push-ups, and, of course, parents with small kids.
Mostly when parents come in for their kids, they're looking for little girls' or little boys' underwear. We don't carry too much of a variety of such things, but the kids do have their own little piece of the wall sectioned off for their undergarments. Normally there's not much a fuss and I get to watch cute little first grader's squeal with excitement as they get to pick out their Disney Princess or Spiderman underoos.
Now, the mom who walked in was towing along two little girls, maybe about six or seven. They may have been twins, but I can't remember. Point was, they were very close in age and very young.
This is pretty much how this convo went:
BB -
Sucky Mom:
SM: *walks in, children in tow*
BB: Hi there! Is there anything I can help you look for today? *relatively cheerful, despite being early in the morning*
SM: Yes, I'm looking for little thongs?
BB: Alrighty, not a problem, we have a couple different brands that are manufactured smaller. What size will you be needing?
SM: I don't know, whatever size would fit them. *gestures to her children*
This is where my brain quit working. I have seen many women come in to my store to buy thongs for their teenage daughters, but I have never in all my time working there ever hear something like this. I think I was the one with the cat butt face, out of sheer disbelief.
BB: Excuse me? For them? *gestures to children, praying this is a joke*
SM: Yeah, you know, thongs for kids?
BB: There...is...no...such...thing? *brain rebooting*
SM: Yes there is!
Thankfully, my supervisor, who apparently has seen things like this before, took over and showed the woman where we keep our thongs that are made to fit petite women. I was appalled and a little annoyed. You're going to buy thongs for your six-year-old? Seriously? Really?
I rang her up in pure silence while my supervisor watched and when the lady was leaving she bent down and said to her daughters, loud enough to where I could clearly hear: "Don't tell you father."
Way to go mom. Way to go.
I work in a bra store in between semesters at college. I've been working there for three years and pretty much have seen it all. Old people, young people, bratty little teenyboppers who think they need push-ups, and, of course, parents with small kids.
Mostly when parents come in for their kids, they're looking for little girls' or little boys' underwear. We don't carry too much of a variety of such things, but the kids do have their own little piece of the wall sectioned off for their undergarments. Normally there's not much a fuss and I get to watch cute little first grader's squeal with excitement as they get to pick out their Disney Princess or Spiderman underoos.
Now, the mom who walked in was towing along two little girls, maybe about six or seven. They may have been twins, but I can't remember. Point was, they were very close in age and very young.
This is pretty much how this convo went:
BB -
Sucky Mom:
SM: *walks in, children in tow*
BB: Hi there! Is there anything I can help you look for today? *relatively cheerful, despite being early in the morning*
SM: Yes, I'm looking for little thongs?
BB: Alrighty, not a problem, we have a couple different brands that are manufactured smaller. What size will you be needing?
SM: I don't know, whatever size would fit them. *gestures to her children*
This is where my brain quit working. I have seen many women come in to my store to buy thongs for their teenage daughters, but I have never in all my time working there ever hear something like this. I think I was the one with the cat butt face, out of sheer disbelief.
BB: Excuse me? For them? *gestures to children, praying this is a joke*
SM: Yeah, you know, thongs for kids?
BB: There...is...no...such...thing? *brain rebooting*
SM: Yes there is!
Thankfully, my supervisor, who apparently has seen things like this before, took over and showed the woman where we keep our thongs that are made to fit petite women. I was appalled and a little annoyed. You're going to buy thongs for your six-year-old? Seriously? Really?
I rang her up in pure silence while my supervisor watched and when the lady was leaving she bent down and said to her daughters, loud enough to where I could clearly hear: "Don't tell you father."
Way to go mom. Way to go.
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