Unfiltered Story #119069

, | Unfiltered | August 30, 2018

I used to work at a children’s clothing store and boutique. One day, a 60-something year old man walked in the door.

Man: Size 8 boy pants.
Me: Right in here!

(I’m a little thrown by his aggressiveness but ignore it and show him to the size he needs. He picks out a few pairs and comes to the register. While I’m ringing him up he looks over at the tutus and bows in the boutique section.)

Man: The hell is this?
Me: That’s a tutu, a lot of moms  buy them for pictures or dance.
Man: This crap is the kind of stuff that got Jean Benet Ramsey killed!

I was pretty speechless after that.

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