I’m a preschool teacher. The director of my center recently gave all the teachers and aides blue T-shirts with the center’s name and logo on the front and told us from now on, every Wednesday, we were to wear these shirts.
This happened on one of these Wednesdays. It was June 30th, 2021, and I had just gotten off of work. I decided to walk to my local [Retail Chain] — about a forty-five-minute walk in the opposite direction of my home — and pick up some supplies I knew I would need for my Fourth of July camping trip. I’ve gone on this camping trip every single Fourth of July weekend since I was born, and since we moved in February, some of our camping supplies were missing, so I knew exactly what I needed to get.
Here is where I should point out that the shade of blue on my work shirt was the exact same shade of blue that [Retail Chain] has their employees wear. I didn’t have that bright yellow vest some of them will have, but I did have on that blue shirt.
I made it to [Retail Chain] and headed to the outdoor sports section, cart in hand. I loaded my cart with a small tent for my son, a large instant canopy, a cooler, and some other small supplies. As I was loading my cart, I heard someone clear their throat behind me. I didn’t look, but I instantly moved my cart thinking, “Oh, no! I must be in someone’s way!”
Oh, how wrong I was. I heard the throat clearing again, and this is when I looked up. Standing before me was a woman who looked like Barbie decided to go hunting for a day with zero hunting experience.
Me: “What do you need?”
Woman: “Excuse me?! Is that how you greet customers here, young lady?!”
Me: “I’m sorry?”
Woman: “Yeah, you should be! You’re not standing at the register like you should be! Instead, you’re walking around the aisles like you’re on a leisurely stroll!”
Me: “I’m sorry, ma’am. I’m just doing some shopping.”
Woman: “Well, you can wait until after your shift is over. Now get over to the locked case. I need one of those BB guns for my baby.”
Me: “Listen, lady. I don’t know who the heck you think you are, but you need to back off.”
Woman: “How dare you?! You need to treat customers with some more respect! Especially your elders! Why are teenagers so disrespectful?”
Me: “LADY! One, I’m twenty-five! Two, respect is earned! You’ll get it when you give it! And three, do you see [Retail Chain] on my shirt? No? Then go f*** off! Now! I DON’T WORK HERE!”
Normally, I’m nonconfrontational, but after dealing with tiny hurricanes of snot all day, my whole body hurt and I was ready to check out and call for my cab.
The woman got a look on her face as if she’d just seen something terrifying and sped away.
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