Momzilla Of The Bride, Part 2
I am eighteen, working a new job at a bridal shop. In this shop, you can wear shoes and buy off the rack, or order. We do alterations, and nothing we sell is over $1,800. We are appointment-based, but we take walk-ins. We also sell bridesmaid, prom, quinceañera, and other fancy event dresses.
A woman walks in with eight bridesmaids and her mother.
Me: “Hello! Do you have an appointment?”
Mother Of The Bride: “No, do we need one?”
Me: “We are appointment-based, but—”
Mother Of The Bride: “Now listen here, you stupid b****! This is my baby’s special day, and we will be trying on dresses!”
Me: “I understand. We do take walk-ins, but we are appointment-based.”
Mother Of The Bride: “Shut up and help us now!”
Bride: “Mom, calm down!” *To me* “Can you pencil us in today?”
Me: “Not a problem; we are pretty slow today, and I have an available stylist right now.”
Bride: “Thank you so much!”
Momzilla just rolls her eyes and starts looking at dresses. I think that’s the end, but I am very wrong. About twenty minutes later, Momzilla comes storming toward me.
Me: “Can I help you?”
Mother Of The Bride: “Yes, you can bring it out now!”
Me: *Starting to lose my cool* “I am sorry, bring what out?”
Mother Of The Bride: “The couches and champagne! I am not paying for this appointment without it!”
Me: “Ma’am, you need to lower your voice. You do not have to pay because this is a free appointment. We do not have couches; you will have to sit in a chair instead. Lastly, we do not have or serve champagne as we would need a license and we would need to have all employees be twenty-one, so we cannot do that.”
Momzilla breaks down into tears, right when the general manager walks in.
General Manager: “What’s going on here?”
Mother Of The Bride: “YOUR. STUPID. EMPLOYEES. WON’T. GIVE. ME. CHAAAAAAMPAGNE!”
My general manager ended up kicking her out of the store. The nice bride finished her appointment and found the perfect dress!
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