I have severe anemia that requires me to get infusions regularly. I pass out regularly from any activities from cooking to walking. Otherwise, I look like a normal, pale, healthy adult.
Recently, I was shopping at a store where the employees wear blue shirts. I did happen to be wearing a blue shirt at the time, but it was more turquoise and less navy, and it was a cami top with spaghetti straps because it was 100 degrees outside.
My anemia was bad right then, but this was a necessary trip because kids have to eat. I was trying to take it slow. There were no scooters when I entered — I hate taking them, but it beats ending up on the floor — so I was trying to be extra careful.
I came upon a younger woman with a small child. She was trying to reach up to grab something on a high shelf and, being taller, I was easily able to grab the item. I did so for her and continued on my way.
About three aisles over, I felt the fishbowl coming on. My head started to swim and everything felt like I was underwater. There was nowhere to sit besides the floor, and it was sit or fall, so I dropped onto the floor cross-legged and put my head on my lap, waiting for the worst to pass.
I heard someone clearing their throat nearby and kind of waved my hand in their direction to signal I was okay, waiting for the world to refocus. The throat-clearing sound happened again… and again. I finally lifted my head to see this petite lady with white hair staring at me. I croaked out:
Me: “I’m fine; just give me a moment.”
But I was mistaken in thinking her intention was to check on my welfare.
Lady: “It is extremely unprofessional to sit on the job! I need some help.”
She was holding a cane and started smacking the ground with each word.
I looked up at her, unsure if my head was still fuzzy or if she had really said what she’d just said. At this point, some other customers and an employee had started to approach me to check on me.
Me: *Politely* “Ma’am, I’m shopping; I’m not an—”
She pointed her cane at me and cut me off mid-sentence.
Lady: “I’m sick of the younger generation always making excuses!”
My eyes rolled so far back in my head that I am surprised I didn’t pass out.
Employee: “Do you need medical assistance?”
Me: “I have a medical condition and there weren’t any electric scooters, but I’ll manage. I just need a moment.”
He got on a walkie, and I heard him say something about the scooter, but the lady started in again, so I missed what was being said exactly.
Lady: *To the employee* “Get her boss! I want to talk to him about her behavior issues!”
I think she was the only oblivious person in the aisle, and we had an audience of like ten. Two other people leaned down to ask if I wanted to get up or stay put, whether I needed water, etc.
Employee: *To the lady* “A manager is on his way, but this woman doesn’t work here.”
She started ranting again, something about people lying for each other. At this point, I was embarrassed by the crowd and just ready to leave.
The manager came out and she started ranting at this guy.
Lady: “This employee was personal shopping for another customer, and when I approached her, she just sat down on the floor like an entitled, spoiled brat! You didn’t have any scooters when I came in, and I need a personal shopper!”
I didn’t have any glorious moment of telling her off — it isn’t really my way — but I did get to enjoy her face when an electric cart was driven up by an employee and she had to watch me ride off on it.
The manager was still explaining to her that I had a medical condition as she began yelling about my youth and entitlement and being a bad employee.
She probably still thinks I work there.