A little background here; I work in a Beauty Shop (we sell make-up, diet pills, hair-dye, as well as other personal hygene stuff) and it's in one of the most white bread places in Western Australia. It's the Stepford of Perth.
On to the (many, many *sob*) SCs!
This was the first one I'd ever had. This guy comes up to me while I'm shelving and asks me to take him to *this product*. No problem, I take him over. However, he notices my limp (long story short, bad leg) and hesitates. When we get there I show him the product. He tells me to get my manager. I go get her, and he glares at me until I make an exuse and leave. I'm barely six feet away when he says, "Why do you let some little cripple work here?"
Dead silence. Seriously, you could've heard a pin drop. After a moment, he starts talking about how much better the store would be if we hired normal people. I just kept walking (READ: limping). I have no idea what happened to that guy. I thought he was an anomily, but alas, the amount of times I've been called cripple...
I'll probably post more of these later. Boy are there a few.
On to the (many, many *sob*) SCs!
This was the first one I'd ever had. This guy comes up to me while I'm shelving and asks me to take him to *this product*. No problem, I take him over. However, he notices my limp (long story short, bad leg) and hesitates. When we get there I show him the product. He tells me to get my manager. I go get her, and he glares at me until I make an exuse and leave. I'm barely six feet away when he says, "Why do you let some little cripple work here?"
Dead silence. Seriously, you could've heard a pin drop. After a moment, he starts talking about how much better the store would be if we hired normal people. I just kept walking (READ: limping). I have no idea what happened to that guy. I thought he was an anomily, but alas, the amount of times I've been called cripple...
I'll probably post more of these later. Boy are there a few.
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