This Method To Get Them Out Is The Daughter Of Invention

, , , | Right | April 1, 2019

(After graduating university, I work in a slightly posh clothing concession in a department store in a small, but rather fancy town. The store closes at 5:30 pm and is absolutely closed at 6:00 pm, even if we have to politely remove the customers. One afternoon, a customer and her husband walk in at 5:00 pm and my heart sinks. After a while in retail, you recognise the type: extremely high-maintenance and full of their own importance. I do actually recognise the customers as acquaintances of my dad’s; they clearly don’t recognise me at all. I spend over an hour with the lady as she tries to squeeze into incorrectly chosen clothes while screaming and throwing tantrums. Both of them generally behave like d**ks. I’ve finally had enough and remind them of the the closing policy of the department store, pointing out that the whole store is waiting for them to leave. The husband uses the legendary phrase:)

Husband: “Don’t you know who I am?”

Me: “Yes, Mr. [Husband], I know exactly who you are. Do you know who I am? I am [My Name], and it’s so nice to see you again. I will be sure to pass your best on to my father.”

(I just wish I’d opened my mouth earlier. They left the store with a flurry of apologies, a complete change of attitude, and at super-speed! I did, of course, tell my dad about this man and his awful wife, but the difference in their attitude to me as the “shop person” and then as the daughter of someone they knew? Wow.)

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