Dyed With Fresh Afterbirth
Me: “Thank you for calling [bridal shop]. This is [my name]. How can I help you?”
Customer: “Yes, I was told I could pay for my dress over the phone. I can’t remember the style number but I know the color.”
Me: “No problem, I should be able to look it up for you. Is this a bridesmaid dress or a bridal gown?”
Customer: “I’m a bridesmaid. I know the color is placenta.”
(Thinking I misheard her, I move forward.)
Me: “What is the bride’s name?”
(I get her information and pull up the wish list.)
Me: “Okay, I see that the bride has selected style 1234 in persimmon. Also, we have that you need a size 12.”
Customer: “Um, I think you have the color wrong. The bride told me it’s placenta.”
Me: “Well, it may be that she misread our catalog or just mispronounced it when she was talking with you, but she definitely put persimmon in her wish list.”
Customer: “Are you sure she didn’t pick placenta and somebody put the wrong color in the computer?”
Me: “I can assure you that we do not carry a color called placenta.”
Customer: “Well, I’m gonna call her and make sure she knows you put that persnickety color on her file instead of placenta! I’ll call you back.”



