Customers Like This Wig Us Out
I’ve had every colour of the rainbow in my hair. Right now, my hair is a sort of hot-pinkish red. I have no idea how I got it as I tried to color it bright red, but it is an awesome shade.
It’s almost Halloween, and although we’re a gadget store, every year, we turn into THE Halloween store in town.
A woman comes up to the register to pay for some items.
Customer: “Ooh, I love that wig you’re wearing. Can I buy it?”
Me: “We don’t have any wigs this color. Would you like any other color?”
Customer: “No, I want that one! The one you’re wearing!”
Me: “This isn’t a wig, ma’am. It’s my own hair.”
Customer: “Well, I want it!”
She reaches over and tries to grab my hair! I lean away.
Me: “Ma’am, I’m not going to chop off my hair for you!”
That was the first and only time I’ve seen an adult person stomp the ground and scream in outrage like a toddler. I almost expected her to throw herself on the floor. It was quite fascinating.
