Take Five And Calm Down

, , , | Right | September 24, 2018

(I am working in the fitting rooms while we are pretty understaffed. My rack is already pretty full. I can hear what sounds like a mother, daughter, and son in a fitting room. After a while the little girl walks out with a cart filled to the brim with clothes.)

Girl: “This is all stuff we don’t want. Can I give it to you?”

(I’m momentarily dumbfounded and can’t believe what I’m seeing.)

Me: “All this?”

Girl: “Yeah.”

(I technically can’t say no, but I’m very angry.)

Me: “I guess.”

(The girl returns back to the fitting room, and the family is in there for another twenty minutes, which is about how long it takes me to empty the cart. Later, the girl approaches me again with another handful.)

Girl: “Here’s a few more.”

(I take them, but I’m too angry to say anything. A little bit later, all three finally leave the fitting room. Technically, we do have a sign that requests customers to only bring five items to the fitting room for this exact reason, so I am allowed to remind people of this.)

Me: “Ma’am, I just want to let you know that we do have a maximum of five items per fitting room visit.”

Mother: *in a clearly agitated tone as if that was such a big inconvenience to her* “Okay, that’s fine.”

(I’m so angry my hands are shaking, as it will take me an hour to put just her clothes away. I go to return their cart to the front of the store, and I run into her again as she is getting another cart. She walks up to me.)

Mother: “I’m sorry for snapping at you. I’ll take five items next time.”

(I really had no choice but to say, “It’s okay,” but it’s not going to help me now.)

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