Hasn’t Got A Printed Leg To Stand On
(I work at a clothing store that sells ‘club’ clothes and party dresses. I am one of the only white girls that works here.)
Customer: “Do you work here?”
Me: “Yeah. What can I help you with?”
Customer: “Do you know where… Oh, never mind. You probably don’t know.”
Me: “Uh… I know where mostly everything is. What is it you’re looking for?”
Customer: “Never mind. I’ll find it myself!”
(The customer storms off. A few minutes go by, and the customer approaches one of my African-American coworkers.)
Customer: “Hey, do you have printed leggings?”
Coworker: “No, we don’t carry those.”
Customer: “Well, your white coworker told me you have them!”
Me: “Ma’am, you wouldn’t even let me answer you. I know we don’t have them.”
Customer: “Ugh, whatever.” *storms out again*
Me: *to coworker* “What just happened?”
Coworker: “You just witnessed racism.”
Question of the Week
Have you ever served a bad customer who got what they deserved?