A Sizeable Fail

(We’ve recently gotten a new coworker who I can tell is not going to work out. Our lingerie store caters to a wide variety of sizes, and our plus size lines are very popular as it’s hard for bigger women to find decent looking but reasonably priced lingerie. My co-worker constantly finds a reason not to serve these women and then makes fun of them as soon as they leave, much to our disgust. She’s been spoken to by our supervisor and our service staff manager, but usually cries until they feel bad and send her on her way. Being a slightly larger woman myself at a size 18, she makes me very uncomfortable and often makes disapproving noises at me while I’m eating in the office on my break. She also constantly flirts with customer’s boyfriends or husbands, often right in front of their girlfriends or wives. A very, VERY attractive man in his mid-20s comes into our store, looking around, a little embarrassed. This is pretty normal. My co-worker sees him and instantly makes a beeline for him, even though she is supposed to stay on the register.)

Coworker: “Hi there! Welcome to [Lingerie Store]. I must say I’m a little sad to see you shopping in here. Does that mean you’re spoken for?”

(She says all this breathily while batting her eyelashes and standing way too close. The guy is clearly uncomfortable.)

Customer #1: “Uh, well, yes. I’m married.”

Coworker: *giggling like an idiot* “Aww, that’s too bad…”

Customer #1: “Uh, it’s my wife’s birthday next week, and she really hasn’t felt too great about herself since she had our daughter a few months ago. I’d like to get her something that would make her feel pretty.”

Coworker: “Oh, women absolutely ruin their bodies having children. I’ve never had any, so I’m still perfect all over!” *winks*

(At this point I’d like to go and help the poor guy escape, but I’m helping a customer. I can see that the two women standing by the front door looking at the racks are listening.)

Customer #1: Uh, I think she’s still perfect. It’s just that, well, SHE doesn’t.”

Coworker: *finally realising he’s not taking the bait* “Hmm, okay, if you say so. Do you know her size at least?”

Customer #1: *visibly relieved* “Yes actually, I checked the tag in one of her bras. She’s a 24; she used to be a double D but—“

Coworker: “She’s WHAT size?!”

Customer #1: “A 24?”

Coworker: *steps back* “Ew, that’s disgusting! Get out of here you sick freak!”

(At this point I drop the bras I’m holding and RUN to the customer.)

Me: “Sir, I am so sorry!” *to coworker* “What the h*** are you doing?!”

Coworker: “Get him out! There is no way a guy who looks like THAT would marry someone like that unless he’s one of those freaks who gets off on it!” *shouting at customer* “You sick freak! Get out!”

(The poor guy is standing there, mystified, when suddenly one of the customers from the entrance comes over.)

Customer #2: “Sir, I would like to sincerely apologise for the way this woman is acting. I assure you that’s not how we do business here, and if you’d wait just a moment for me to deal with this, I will get you anything your wife would like, on the house.”

Coworker: “Excuse me, who the h*** do you think you are?”

(The woman flips out the lanyard from inside her shirt. On it hangs one of our store IDs, with the words REGIONAL MANAGER written under her picture.)

Customer #2: “Hi. I’m your boss’s boss. Well, not anymore. You are officially being let go. Get out of my store, NOW.”