Age Doesn’t Teach You Manners, Apparently

An older lady entered our showroom. I welcomed her, and she just looked at me coldly, so I carried on with my paperwork. She carried on looking around, then turned to me from about twenty feet away, raised her arm in the air, clicked her fingers, and crooked her finger at me.

I just looked at her and carried on with my paperwork.

The younger lady with her came over, obviously embarrassed, and asked politely for my help. I was as nice and helpful as I could possibly be, while totally ignoring the old lady.