A Royal Blunder
This story means I have to reveal the name of a coworker. She has given me permission to tell this story.
Some coworkers and I are a bit behind in our opening duties, so the store has already opened while we’re finishing up restocking some areas.
Me: *To two coworkers.* “Okay, I’ll go and fetch the last box. George, you finish stocking these, and you can go head on over to the checkouts, Princess.”
As soon as I’ve given out the instructions, a customer marches up to me and gets up in my face.
Customer: “That language is misogynistic, and I will report you to your manager!”
Me: *Confused.* “Sorry, what? What’s your problem?”
Customer: “Calling someone ‘Princess’ to make them seem sensitive or weak is derogatory to women!”
Me: *Getting it now.* “But her name is Princess.”
The customer pauses mid-rant and turns to my coworker.
Coworker: “It’s true. My parents named me Princess.”
The customer turns back to me, now unsure of where to vent their unprocessed anger.
Customer: “Well… then…”
The customer turns back to my coworker.
Customer: “Well then, your parents gave you a stupid name!” *Marches off.*
