She seemed surprised at first, but then looked at the guy behind me, and then it clicked. Me: The rewards club? Oooo that sounds great! Please explain it to me? So, when it was my turn at the register, she asked me in a small voice “Are you a member o-o-of the rew-w-rewards club?” And I looked smugly at the guy behind me, and back at her. When a person doesn’t respect retail employees as people, it’s the best way to tell whether a person is an asshat or not. Especially since I could tell the cashier heard his mockery. W-w-would you l-like y-y-y-y-y-y-your reSCHKeet? I ignored him, until I heard him start to mock her to his kids. He muttered something about having places to go, he was in a hurry, etc.
The process was a tad slower however, because she had a stutter, and a bit of a lisp.Īs she worked through the line, asking the usual questions probably mandated by the big wigs (I’ve worked in retail, it’s a thing), the man behind me began to huff and puff. The cashier, a teen aged girl, I could tell was working as best as she could. I was at a Craft Store in my town, and it wasn’t too busy, but only one register was open. To my knowledge, she never got her exchange. Everyone she talked to pretended to be gay when working with her and she left every time. Over the next few days, the customer went to every store in a 20 mile radius trying to exchange the ‘tainted goods’. That manager then called every other store in the area and told everyone about the customer. I am very confused, seeing as I have never dated that manager, nor did she ever get me underwear, and as far as I know, she is not gay.įast forward a few days later to the manager weekly conference call: apparently, the customer left the other store after thinking the other manager was also gay. You should put on that that black lace bra and panty set I got you for your birthday! I love you!” *hangs up* Manager: “I see.” *starts talking in sultry voice* “Well, I’ll see you tonight for our date. Me: “Well, I bet it is because she found out I was gay.” When I asked her what was wrong with the items, she said you tainted them I have no idea what she is talking about. Manager: *also a woman* “So, this woman is here wanting to exchange a bunch of stuff from your store. On the line, I can hear the same customer I previously sold items to ranting.) A few hours later, I get a call from the manager of another one of our stores. (The woman turns pale and walks out without saying a word. Me: “That would be bad for me, seeing as I am a lesbian.” (I finish ringing her up and hand the customer her bags.)Ĭustomer: “They should round up all the gays and put them down.” Note: I’m a lesbian.)Ĭustomer: “I can’t believe the president came out in support for gay marriage!”Ĭustomer: “That f** lover is going to burn in hell for that!” We are making small talk as I ring her up. I am ringing up a woman I have sold things to before. I’m living stressed, way less, been praying that my day’s stretch, desire for ascendance when I’m laid to rest, loosening my grip on if I’m making this date fresh, for Grandma’s hands, before she withers away yes,Įvery King was never meant to be a Cavalier, I’d rather die of thirst before I have a beer, I got my own goals ain’t chasing after theirs, I’m 32 it’s such a magic year.(I’m a manager. Too old to be a man, and people thinking that you can’t cry, or popping up surprisingly and seeing that you ain’t died, I’m still smiling, inner silence is a violin, music to my ears and equanimity’s a diamond, Showing off with all you own, new car, bought a home, flexing when you hurtin’, underneath consumption’s cortisoneįood for thought, aye got the order wrong ayyo all in all, can’t take it with you in a casket, literally you all aloneįor youth, throw a carnival and celebrate it daily, I’m selfless, love for other’s lives and hoping they breathe, Such a Warrior spirit, ignoring the critics, with every tick I’m feeling paranoid that I’m finishedįeel less important though, forced in a story role, coming out of store with clothes, like you 24 years old
It can drive you mad, the number that you Curry on your back So many worries to be perfect where you lack I love your body and I love your open heartĪnd we make something that they can't take away They see you work, they see you try to be Someone shallow who'd put me on the shelf
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