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What’s The Name Of Your Boutique, So We Can Never, Ever Go There?

, , , | Right | CREDIT: Iamthemeltingpot | September 4, 2021

I work in a thrift store that supports a women’s center. A couple of months ago, I was closing with three other people. I was making my rounds around the clothing racks, fixing hangers and whatnot. A lady came up to me.

Customer: “Are you ready to go home?”

Me: *Laughs* “Yes, but we still have an hour and a half to go.”

Customer: “I love shopping, and I won’t be leaving until I’m done!”

I looked at my coworker, thinking, “WTF?” The lady got upset.

Customer: “Don’t you roll your eyes at me. You have no idea who you’re messing with. I’m really crazy!”

Me: “Okay.”

And I walked away.

Fast forward to closing time. There were two people still in the store: the lady and her friend, who was super embarrassed. Apparently, she had been going on and on about how disrespectful we were and that she was going to stay late.

At our store, we give fifteen-minute, five-minute, and closing announcements, so she knew we were closing. She was still in the dressing room with a buggy filled with clothes she was trying on one by one. We don’t mind when the odd person is late, usually five to ten minutes if they have a lot of stuff. But this lady had been cursing us up and down while in the dressing room to the point that our regulars warned us. Her friend had me ring her stuff up while we waited for the rude lady, and she was apologizing the whole time.

One of my coworkers had kids that she needed to pick up, so of course, we were talking about it. At fifteen minutes past closing, she said, “F*** it,” and left. At the twenty-minute mark, the crazy lady finally came out, cussing us out.

Customer: “You are so unprofessional! I own a boutique and I would never drive out customers because I want their money! I know the owner here and I will tell him about your behavior.”

I added her stuff to the order, which of course, the friend paid for. Then, she dropped the bomb. In order to punish the coworker that left, she dumped all the clothes she didn’t want and their hangers on the ground. It took us ten minutes to pick everything up.

My coworker said that we should have her trespassed from the property, which, of course, caused her to change her tune.

The best part is that she took so long that her ride left with her phone, so she had to borrow the keyholder’s phone to call for a ride. She was still waiting outside while we were leaving.