Unfiltered Story #114602

, , | Unfiltered | June 15, 2018

This takes place in October. I am working in the clothing department of a discount big box store. A customer in ladies athletic clothing stops me.
Customer, showing me a pair of grey athletic capris with white stripes down the side: I was in here a few days ago, and bought a pair like this, except they were black. I want another pair, and now I can’t find them. I’m going to Hawaii in February, and I have to have them.

Me, showing her a pair of black athletic capris: How about these?

Customer: No, they were looser than that.

I look around the area, but don’t see any capris like what she is describing.

Me: I’m sorry, I don’t see anything like you are describing.

Customer: I was in here just a few days ago, and you had a whole rack of them. I’m going to Hawaii in February, and I have to have them.

Apparently, Hawaii has a really strict dress code.

Me: I don’t see them. Just the gray ones, and those other ones I showed you.

Customer: I don’t look good in stripes. They make me look hippy. I was here just a few days ago, and you had a whole rack of them.

Customer points to a rack of coats: They were where that rack of coats is.

Me: Ma’am, those coats have been there for a month. You should check the clearance racks to see if there’s any left.

And then I just walked away, not knowing, what else to say/do.