Baby’s First Entitled You-Know-Who
I’m a thirty-year-old guy, traveling with my family to Miami to shopping and stuff. It’s my first time in the USA. There is a nice mall in front of our hotel. The shopping mall is big and very exciting. It is pretty fun to see different people at the same time and place from all over the world. I go into a clothing store to buy something for myself.
Suddenly, a female customer approaches me.
Customer: “Excuse me, do you have this in a larger size?”
At first, I think something like, “You know what? I want to help this lady!” I look around and find the same shirt in what appears to be a larger size.
Me: “I found this one. Take a look.”
She takes it from me, looks it over, and then gives it back to me.
Customer: “Okay, I’ll buy it.”
Me: “Um… okay.”
I try to hand the shirt back. When she stares back at me, I realize what is going on.
Me: “Oh, I don’t work here. I’m sorry!”
She takes her glasses off.
Customer: “Okay. Can you call the manager, please?”
I know this is probably the wrong decision, but it is my first time out of my country. At the time, I really think that the best thing to do is try to help and then leave. I go to a guy at a register and tell him what is going on.
Me: “That lady thought I worked here. Now she wants to talk with the manager. I just tried to help, I’m sorry.”
The guy gives me a smile, trying not to laugh.
Guy: “A wild [Nickname For An Entitled Woman] appears, huh?”
I get the Pokémon reference, but at the time, I think she is a well-known customer with a normal woman’s name. The guy goes upstairs to find the manager.
Since I am trying soooo hard to help, I make the most unforgettable/unforgivable mistake of my life. I approach the woman and say:
Me: “Ms. [Nickname], the guy on the register was—”
Customer: “HOW DARE YOU?! WHO DO YOU THINK YOU ARE TALKING TO?!”
I go pale. I just freeze while the entire store is looking and lift up my hands the exact way I’d do if I was getting robbed. For five minutes, the woman rants, saying all sorts of rude things. Slowly, I approach the register, as if I were a little deer scared by a wolf or a wild boar. The woman is following me, of course, step by step.
I see the manager approaching as my great white horse knight ready to protect me from that dragon.
Customer: “I demand you fire this… this lazy [profanity]!”
The manager takes a look at me and I slowly drop my hands down.
Manager: “Okay, lady. This guy tried to help you, from what I was told, but he doesn’t work here.”
The woman does not seem to be satisfied.
Customer: “You Latinos are just lazy, aren’t you?”
Manager: “If you don’t back off and leave this store, I will call the police, and I and this guy—” *points to me* “—are going to press charges for your racism.”
The woman left. I was like, “WHAT THE HECK JUST HAPPENED?!”
The guy on the register then explained to me what a [Nickname] was.