...cause I sure as hell aren't psychic...
Today, finally, it's getting 'cold' here in the Midwest, and finally everyone who's been putting off getting their little darling Suzy or Tommy a proper coat comes roaring in full throttle to get one.
Today, I'm just cruising around, helping customers select items, and this woman catches my attention.
DW: Dumb Woman
MoN: MiddleofNowhere
DW: Excuse me, I need help finding a size.
MoN: Sure, no problem, ma'am. What size are you looking for.
DW: I don't know. My daughter's nine.
MoN:
Okay, so your daughter is currently wearing a size nine coat?
DW: *snotty* No. She's nine years old.
MoN: Oh. Okay, what size is she in in clothes? *figuring I can estimate upsizing the coat*
DW: I don't know. She's nine years old and 50 lbs. Shouldn't YOU know what size she needs? *snotty factor increasing ten fold*
MoN: Well I can certainly guess, but with kids, nine years old and 50 lbs could be a whole range of sizes, it depends on her heighth and body type. Are you sure you don't know what size her last coat was? (thinking as the mom, she must know what size her daughter is, right? ummm... no. it gets worse)
DW: Well, I just don't understand why you can't tell me what size she needs!
MoN:

I watch as the woman stomps away from me and I'm confused and irritated, but oh well. Like I'm supposed to know what size her daughter is when she doesn't know and doesn't have the little girl with her?!?!
But it doesn't end there... a bit later...
DW walks up to me in another shop.
DW: You know, you weren't very helpful when I was trying to get my daughter a coat. *looks expectantly at me
MoN: Well, ma'am, usually my customers either have the child with them or can at least tell me the last size their child was in so I can estimate growth and fit from there.
DW: So how am I supposed to find a coat for my daughter?
MoN: Well, are you able to find out her size or bring her in for sizing?
DW: You know, it's just really inconvenient for that. She's in school and it's cold TODAY!
MoN: *giving up* You know what ma'am. I'd try a *size*, but that's just a guess.
DW: Finally! Why didn't you just tell me that to begin with?
MoN: Because I'd like your daughter to have a coat that fits. Please realize that *size* is just a guess.
But I was talking to her back at that point because she stomped off. Really? I'm supposed to know what size jacket her daughter who is not with her and has no previous size history is going to wear? Let me call Miss Cleo. She'd have about as much luck as me.
Today, finally, it's getting 'cold' here in the Midwest, and finally everyone who's been putting off getting their little darling Suzy or Tommy a proper coat comes roaring in full throttle to get one.
Today, I'm just cruising around, helping customers select items, and this woman catches my attention.
DW: Dumb Woman
MoN: MiddleofNowhere
DW: Excuse me, I need help finding a size.
MoN: Sure, no problem, ma'am. What size are you looking for.
DW: I don't know. My daughter's nine.
MoN:
Okay, so your daughter is currently wearing a size nine coat?DW: *snotty* No. She's nine years old.
MoN: Oh. Okay, what size is she in in clothes? *figuring I can estimate upsizing the coat*
DW: I don't know. She's nine years old and 50 lbs. Shouldn't YOU know what size she needs? *snotty factor increasing ten fold*
MoN: Well I can certainly guess, but with kids, nine years old and 50 lbs could be a whole range of sizes, it depends on her heighth and body type. Are you sure you don't know what size her last coat was? (thinking as the mom, she must know what size her daughter is, right? ummm... no. it gets worse)
DW: Well, I just don't understand why you can't tell me what size she needs!
MoN:


I watch as the woman stomps away from me and I'm confused and irritated, but oh well. Like I'm supposed to know what size her daughter is when she doesn't know and doesn't have the little girl with her?!?!
But it doesn't end there... a bit later...
DW walks up to me in another shop.
DW: You know, you weren't very helpful when I was trying to get my daughter a coat. *looks expectantly at me
MoN: Well, ma'am, usually my customers either have the child with them or can at least tell me the last size their child was in so I can estimate growth and fit from there.
DW: So how am I supposed to find a coat for my daughter?
MoN: Well, are you able to find out her size or bring her in for sizing?
DW: You know, it's just really inconvenient for that. She's in school and it's cold TODAY!
MoN: *giving up* You know what ma'am. I'd try a *size*, but that's just a guess.
DW: Finally! Why didn't you just tell me that to begin with?
MoN: Because I'd like your daughter to have a coat that fits. Please realize that *size* is just a guess.
But I was talking to her back at that point because she stomped off. Really? I'm supposed to know what size jacket her daughter who is not with her and has no previous size history is going to wear? Let me call Miss Cleo. She'd have about as much luck as me.

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