I work at a small clothing boutique. When I say small, I mean small; it’s maybe 1,200 square feet with 900 of that being the sales floor. I never have to move out from behind the front counter to be able to see everything in the store.
I am the only employee in at the moment, and it’s just the owner and me running the whole business. It also happens to be the week when the owner is on vacation for the week, and I am the only one working.
I am in the middle of inventorying, tagging, and sorting a rather large shipment of new product that I will be putting out in a new display later this week. My front counter (our only workspace for such situations) is covered in my project when a family of five comes in.
Me: “Hi, how are y’all? Do you need help finding anything?”
The family ignores me and goes about shopping without interacting with me at all. I internally shrug my shoulders and continue to work on my project, figuring that they will ask me for help if they need it. I look up every now and then to see how the family is doing and if they are giving any non-verbal cues of needing help. After about fifteen minutes or so, I try asking again.
Me: “Y’all doing all right? Finding everything you’re after?”
Dad: “Yeah, we’re doing fine.” *Ignores me again*
The three kids are really well-behaved and mostly silently follow their mom and dad around the store as they shop. That is until one of them spots my jar of suckers next to the register. The owner always keeps some type of hard candy on hand to bribe kids into behaving and not running around screaming and taking everything off the walls. The kid who sees the candy runs over and asks their mom if they can have one, but the mom kind of brushes them aside.
After they have been in the store for about forty-five minutes, they come up to the counter and I start ringing up the items they want to buy.
Me: “You find everything all right?”
Dad: “Yeah.”
Kid: *In a really small voice* “Can we please get a sucker?”
Mom: “Fine.” *Turning to me* “We’ll buy a couple of suckers for them, too.”
Me: “Oh, those are free. We give them out to children on their best behavior. So long as y’all say it’s okay, they can have one.”
The mom glares at me the rest of the time I’m finishing the sale. She then rushes the kids out the door before I get a chance to open the jar and let the kids pick out a sucker. As the dad collects the shopping bags, I say:
Me: “I thought the kids wanted a sucker? You can pick one out for each of them if you want to.”
He just shakes his head and walks out.
The next day, I answer the store phone, and lo and behold, it’s that same mom asking to speak to the manager. I’m the only one working again and we technically don’t have a manager.
Me: “That would be me today. How can I help you?”
Mom: “I need to complain about the employee you had working yesterday. She was staring at us the whole time we were shopping like we were going to steal things! We are loyal customers, and I have never been treated so rudely before in my life. And to top it off, she wouldn’t let me buy some of your suckers for my kids!”
Me: “I’m sorry you had a bad experience…? Umm… for the record, we don’t sell candy. We keep a jar of suckers to bribe kids into not running around screaming and taking apart our displays. I’m sure your kids were more than welcome to a piece when you were on your way out?”
Mom: “Ugh, you’re no help! Let me talk to the older lady. She knows who I am and will fix this.”
Me: “Umm… The owner is out of town until next week. Do you want me to take a message?”
Mom: *Scoffs* “Never mind!” *Hangs up the phone*
To this day, I don’t know what bee was up this lady’s butt. I had never seen her in that store before and never saw her again after. I never even heard if she reached out to the owner again. I don’t know why this lady thought I thought she was stealing; that thought never entered my mind. I now wonder if that had been a plan of hers.