Unfiltered Story #174568

, , | Unfiltered | November 2, 2019

(I am 18 and am currently working my first job at my aunt’s costume rental business after beginning recovery for anxiety and depression. It’s just before Halloween so things are pretty busy. We don’t rent hats and wigs without a costume to go with them.)

Me: Hi there! Can I help you find something?

Customer: Yeah, can you get me that Raggedy Anne wig on the wall? *gestures vaguely toward a wig*

Me: *managing to figure out which wig she wants* Well, not without a costume. That wig goes with-

Customer: *suddenly irate* That’s not what the guy on the phone told me two weeks ago!

Me: I’m sorry, but that’s always been our policy. The only man who works here has been here for four years, so I doubt he’d tell you that we can give you a hat or wig without a costume.

Customer: This is bullshit! My daughter is heartbroken now! She wanted to be Raggedy Anne so bad!

(The customer’s daughter, who is maybe 5 or 6, is looking at our display of costume necklaces without a care in the world.)

Me: I’m sorry, ma’am, but that’s always been our policy. I’d be more than happy to rent you the wig if you rent a costume with it.

(At this point, the customer grabs her daughter by the arm and begins roughly dragging her out of the store.)

Customer: Well, I guess you’re not FUCKING going trick-or-treating this year! This is fucking bullshit!

Me: … I’m sorry?

(The wig she wanted wasn’t even for our child-sized Raggedy Anne costume. It went with an adult-sized sexy rag doll outfit. She never came back.)