Old-Fashioned Ideals Require Some Heavy-Lifting To Understand
(I am a plus-size female in my 20s, and I work at a thrift shop where I’m often the only person working the front of the store in the mornings. I check out an elderly man who is just buying a single chair. It’s heavily marked down and displayed on the sidewalk because it’s the last one of the set. The chair is part wicker and part metal, and while it’s heavier than you’d expect, it’s still completely manageable. It’s also comfortable outside, but I have trouble regulating body temperature, so I’m visibly sweaty.)
Me: “Thanks for shopping with us and supporting our mission. Have a good one!”
Customer: “Sweetie, you’ve been great. I’ll be sure to ask for you next time. Now, can someone help an old man get a chair into his car?”
Me: “Absolutely. If you pull your car up to the curb, I can help with that, no problem. It’s pretty slow right now, so I can step away from the register.”
Customer: “Oh, no, I don’t want you out there! It’s far too warm, and I can’t let you do that to yourself! And besides… Well, anyway, just call someone else, sweetheart.”
Me: “It’s really no trouble, sir. I can probably get you loaded and out of here before someone in the back could even get out here.”
(In the end, he flat-out refused my help, though he was still very sweet about it. I called someone, and after helping him, my coworker reassured me that he was just very old-fashioned but completely meant well. It’s the first time something like this has happened to me, but I’m sure it won’t be the last. I’m mostly laughing it off because not only am I the one who put the chair outside that morning, but I lifted two of them at once and carried them from the back of the store on my first day working there about a month ago!)