Bra-ce Yourself For Judgement

| AL, USA | Working | May 17, 2017

(After dealing with painfully fitting bras for a couple years I decide to get professionally fitted at a popular lingerie store that carries sizes for big chested women. I’m a tomboy and walk in wearing jeans and a t-shirt shirt with Optimus Prime on it.)

Me: *seeing a worker* “Hello.”

Worker: *gives a forced smile, wrinkles her nose at my shirt, and walks away*

Me: “Um…” *walks around looking for someone else, but finds no one and leaves*

(I ended up at another store that sells larger sized bras which was much more friendly. I spent around $200.00.)

Won’t Let Him Linger(ie)

| UK | Romantic | February 24, 2017

(I work in a lingerie shop as a cashier and our boss, a woman, asks us to wear lingerie around the store so we can advertise our product. As you’d expect, this draws the attention of a lot of middle-aged men.)

Man: “So what do you work here as?”

Me: “Well, as a cashier.”

Man: *smirking* “Don’t you need a man to help pay the bills?”

Me: “I’m a lesbian…”

Man: “NO, you’re not. You just don’t want me. THIS IS TERRIBLE CUSTOMER SERVICE!”

Me: “Because I don’t want to be with a middle-aged man as I’m 18 and a lesbian?”

Man: “Yes, that’s your job!”

Me: “My job is a cashier and I have to wear this so it advertises the product.”

Man: “Well, I’m gonna call your manager and tell her how horrible you’ve been!”

(About ten minutes pass as he talks with my manager. She comes around the corner and looks at me.)

Manager: “Did you try to get this married man to sexually touch you?”

Me: *confused* “Obviously not. As you know, I’m a lesbian.”

Manager: “Okay, just had to make sure.”

(The customer comes back in and smirks at me, and then the manager, and then back at me.)

Man: “So, she getting fired?”

(My manager slapped him so hard you could see tears forming in his right eye as he ran out.)

Breast Not To Shop There Again

| Orange County, CA, USA | Working | December 5, 2016

(When my young son has mostly weaned himself from nursing, I go to a well-known lingerie shop for a bra fitting and some bras in my new, post-baby size. This happens at checkout…)

Cashier: “Did you find everything you were looking for today?”

Me: “Yes, I’m thrilled to finally have bras that fit right again! I’ve been in nursing bras for almost two years, but now my baby is almost weaned, and this is a real treat.”

Cashier: *huffs and looks down her nose at me* “Well. I bet you’re never going to make THAT mistake again.”

(I was stunned and we finished the transaction in silence. And of course, it’s not until I’ve exited the store that I think of a good comeback. I’m still dying to find out whether she thinks that babies are mistakes, or that breastfeeding is.)

A Sizeable Fail

| Adelaide, Australia | Working | August 25, 2016

(We’ve recently gotten a new coworker who I can tell is not going to work out. Our store caters to a wide variety of sizes, and our plus size lines are very popular as it’s hard for bigger women to find decent looking but reasonably priced lingerie. My co-worker constantly finds a reason not to serve these women and then makes fun of them as soon as they leave, much to our disgust. She’s been spoken to by our supervisor and our service staff manager, but usually cries until they feel bad and send her on her way. Being a slightly larger woman myself at a size 18, she makes me very uncomfortable and often makes disapproving noises at me while I’m eating in the office on my break. She also constantly flirts with customer’s boyfriends or husbands, often right in front of their girlfriends or wives. A very, VERY attractive man in his mid-20s comes into our store, looking around, a little embarrassed. This is pretty normal. My co-worker sees him and instantly makes a beeline for him, even though she is supposed to stay on the register.)

Coworker: “Hi there! Welcome to [Lingerie Store]. I must say I’m a little sad to see you shopping in here. Does that mean you’re spoken for?”

(She says all this breathily while batting her eyelashes and standing way too close. The guy is clearly uncomfortable.)

Customer #1: “Uh, well, yes. I’m married.”

Coworker: *giggling like an idiot* “Aww, that’s too bad…”

Customer #1: “Uh, it’s my wife’s birthday next week, and she really hasn’t felt too great about herself since she had our daughter a few months ago. I’d like to get her something that would make her feel pretty.”

Coworker: “Oh, women absolutely ruin their bodies having children. I’ve never had any, so I’m still perfect all over!” *winks*

(At this point I’d like to go and help the poor guy escape, but I’m helping a customer. I can see that the two women standing by the front door looking at the racks are listening.)

Customer #1: Uh, I think she’s still perfect. It’s just that, well, SHE doesn’t.”

Coworker: *finally realising he’s not taking the bait* “Hmm, okay, if you say so. Do you know her size at least?”

Customer #1: *visibly relieved* “Yes actually, I checked the tag in one of her bras. She’s a 24; she used to be a double D but—“

Coworker: “She’s WHAT size?!”

Customer #1: “A 24?”

Coworker: *steps back* “Ew, that’s disgusting! Get out of here you sick freak!”

(At this point I drop the bras I’m holding and RUN to the customer.)

Me: “Sir, I am so sorry!” *to coworker* “What the h*** are you doing?!”

Coworker: “Get him out! There is no way a guy who looks like THAT would marry someone like that unless he’s one of those freaks who gets off on it!” *shouting at customer* “You sick freak! Get out!”

(The poor guy is standing there, mystified, when suddenly one of the customers from the entrance comes over.)

Customer #2: “Sir, I would like to sincerely apologise for the way this woman is acting. I assure you that’s not how we do business here, and if you’d wait just a moment for me to deal with this, I will get you anything your wife would like, on the house.”

Coworker: “Excuse me, who the h*** do you think you are?”

(The woman flips out the lanyard from inside her shirt. On it hangs one of our store IDs, with the words REGIONAL MANAGER written under her picture.)

Customer #2: “Hi. I’m your boss’s boss. Well, not anymore. You are officially being let go. Get out of my store, NOW.”

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Gloating About Gluten

| Melbourne, VIC, Australia | Right | September 29, 2015

(I’m the manager of a lingerie store. I’m working out the back when I overhear a conversation between my employee and a posh-looking customer in her 40s.)

Employee: “Hello, welcome to [Store]. Is there anything I can help you with?”

Customer: “I’m looking for a gluten free bra. It has to be gluten free.”

Employee: “Uhh. I’m sorry ma’am but we don’t stock gluten free garments. There’s actually not—”

Customer: “Don’t even try to tell me that you don’t have any. I know you have them. It says so on your website. You just don’t have them on display.”

Employee: “Ma’am, I’ve actually never heard of gluten free clothing before and I can assure you that we do not stock any.”

Customer: “You haven’t heard of them? How can you work in this store and not know your own stock? Go and get the manager. Stupid girl.”

(I am just about to lose my cool and order the woman out of the store when I have a better idea. Grabbing a box of bras, I make my way to the front desk.)

Me: “Good afternoon, ma’am. My employee has informed me you wish to purchase one of our new gluten free garments. I’m sorry she wasn’t aware that we sell them. They’re usually reserved for online sale only.”

Customer: “Well, you need to train your staff better. Knowledge is power, you know.”

Me: “I guess you’re pretty lucky you’re in the know, then. These are the gluten free garments but because you’re not buying them online I can’t offer a refund or exchange should you change your mind. I shouldn’t even be selling them to you, but I’ll make an exception just this once.”

(At this point the customer is looking pretty smug.)

Customer: “Finally! I need it in [size].”

Me: “Ok. That will be $50, please.”

Customer: “Oh, but those on the shelf are the same and they’re only $30.”

Me: “Yes, but these are the ‘gluten free’ ones you’ve specifically requested.”

Customer: “Oh, yes. That’s fine, then.”

Me: “Thank you for shopping at [Store]. Have a nice day.”

(After she leaves, my employee, who has been in the back trying to figure out what is going on, comes out.)

Employee: “What just happened?”

Me: “A rude woman who thinks she knows more than my employees just bought us lunch.”

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