While working in Nordstrom's lingerie department, I waited on a young woman one day. She was very attractive and was trying on a few different, expensive sets of gown and robe (negligee and peignoir, if you prefer).
She'd come out of the dressing room to ask me about each set, how did it look (frankly, she would have looked good in a garbage bag (I hate her still)), was it washable, the whole nine yards, dragging this out to almost an hour.
Finally, she buys a $500 set with her AmEx. Yippee, a good chunk of my daily sales right there!
But, of course, that was not the end.
The next day, I get a call from another Nordstrom, in another area code, regarding this sale. The salesperson asks me if I sold this set, which she described, to this aforementioned young woman.
Heart sinking, I replied that I had.
Sure enough, the woman was returning the set, and returning it for cash, which Nordstrom allowed at the time.
What a b***h! She totally wasted my time so that she could score some extra cash off her AmEx account. She could have walked in, grabbed the items off the rack and paid for them in five minutes, but, NOOOOOOOOOOOOOO, she had to play serious customer, waste my time, and keep me from making other sales.
The only thing that made me feel better was the evil thought that she was using the money to buy coke, and would soon lose her looks when her nose collapsed and be unable to score a new sugar daddy to pay for her expensive habits.
The worry over the bad karma I might earn kept me from wishing that; I try to keep those thoughts to just brief flights of fancy.
She'd come out of the dressing room to ask me about each set, how did it look (frankly, she would have looked good in a garbage bag (I hate her still)), was it washable, the whole nine yards, dragging this out to almost an hour.
Finally, she buys a $500 set with her AmEx. Yippee, a good chunk of my daily sales right there!
But, of course, that was not the end.

The next day, I get a call from another Nordstrom, in another area code, regarding this sale. The salesperson asks me if I sold this set, which she described, to this aforementioned young woman.
Heart sinking, I replied that I had.
Sure enough, the woman was returning the set, and returning it for cash, which Nordstrom allowed at the time.
What a b***h! She totally wasted my time so that she could score some extra cash off her AmEx account. She could have walked in, grabbed the items off the rack and paid for them in five minutes, but, NOOOOOOOOOOOOOO, she had to play serious customer, waste my time, and keep me from making other sales.
The only thing that made me feel better was the evil thought that she was using the money to buy coke, and would soon lose her looks when her nose collapsed and be unable to score a new sugar daddy to pay for her expensive habits.

The worry over the bad karma I might earn kept me from wishing that; I try to keep those thoughts to just brief flights of fancy.

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