With A Mom Like That, We’d Be Anxious, Too
I started my first retail job this week. I have worked other customer-facing jobs before, but this is the first one that’s explicitly retail. It took until my second shift to meet my first unreasonable customer — longer than I expected, to be honest.
I work at a clothing retailer, and I was manning the fitting rooms. We have a strict one-person-per-dressing-room policy (for loss prevention reasons), which we have clear signs about at the entrance.
A woman comes up with her teenage daughter. I greet them, ask how many items they have, grab a number, and lead them to the dressing room. The girl goes in and her mother attempts to follow.
Me: “I’m sorry, ma’am, but only one person can be in the fitting rooms at a time. You can take a seat here while your daughter tries on her clothes.”
Woman: “But I want to go in.”
Me: *Pointing to the sign* “I’m sorry, but this is the store policy.”
Woman: “But my daughter has anxiety. It is documented.”
Me: “It is beyond my power to make exceptions to this. However, I can radio my manager, and you are welcome to talk to them about this issue.”
Woman: “This is discriminative against mentally ill people, and I hope you know that!”
I still can’t do much, so I just tell her the same about it not being in my power to do anything about something that’s store policy. The daughter has already closed the door and I have other customers waiting for me, so I leave it at that.
A few minutes later, they leave, the daughter puts the clothes on the rail, and the mother comes up to me.
Woman: “Just so you know, this is very discriminative against the mentally ill. I expected better from this store.”
Me: “As I said previously, it is the store policy. However, you are more than welcome to discuss this with a manager.”
Woman: *Stepping well into my personal space* “NO, I don’t want that. I want you to feel bad about this.”
Me: “All right, have a great day.”