A Storm Of Entitlement, Part 7
A hurricane has just switched direction and is now under a day away from our town. Over the department store’s PA, the announcement repeats:
PA System: “Attention customers, due to incoming severe weather, this store is closing immediately. Please head to the nearest exit.”
Most customers shuffle out reluctantly, clutching last-minute items. One woman, however, marches up to the register with a neatly folded set of bedsheets.
Customer: “Excuse me? Can you just get me these in a super king? Then I’ll be out of your hair.”
Me: “Ma’am, we’re closing. Everyone needs to evacuate.”
Customer: “I know, I know, but I’m parked right outside, so it’s easy for me to evacuate. If you could just sell me these sheets, I’d be gone in a second.”
Manager: *Hurrying over.* “Ma’am, we can’t. The staff here still needs time to lock up, and some of them don’t even have cars. They’ll need to get to safety first.”
Customer: *Frowning, confused.* “They came into work, didn’t they? They knew the risks.”
The store goes dead quiet. The manager looks her dead in the eye.
Manager: “Lady, this is bedding, not Baghdad. F*** off with your ‘risks.’ Trying to make this sound like we’ve all f****** enlisted! F*** off, now!”
The woman clutches her pearls and storms out into the increasingly strengthening winds. The staff exchange tired glances, then burst out laughing as they lock the doors behind her.
Related:
A Storm Of Entitlement, Part 6
A Storm Of Entitlement, Part 5
A Storm Of Entitlement, Part 4
A Storm Of Entitlement, Part 3
A Storm Of Entitlement, Part 2
