Hair (Not-So) Apparent
(Note: I am a 28-year-old blonde girl.)
Cashier: “Can I help you, missy?”
Me: “Urm, can I get a book on the 1700s?”
Cashier: “Yes, it’s past the stairs. Now, stairs are what an elevator is, but you have to use your legs.”
Me: “I know what they are. Please stop doing that.”
Cashier: “Now, the books are on a shelf, with 18th Century written on it.”
Me: *giving up* “Just show me.”
Cashier: “Right there!”
(He points, but as I leave he mutters…)
Cashier: “…Bimbo.”
(I turn around, furious.)
Me: “Now listen to me, mister! I know I’m blonde but that doesn’t mean I don’t have brains! In fact, I work at [chain of shops] as a manager. I also graduated five years ago with a degree. So, stop being so bigoted and actually show me the books!”
Question of the Week
Have you ever served a bad customer who got what they deserved?