So, last night was... eventful...
I was kneeling down, stocking something on a low shelf, and an elderly couple walked up in front of me.
OL: "Excuse me, Miss?"
M: *lift my head*
OL: *stammering* "I mean, Sir..."
M: "Doesn't matter one way or the other. How can I help you?"
I told a coworker later, whose response was, "Nuh-uh! Really?"
Had a couple staring at one of the costumes we have left over from Halloween, the guy, who looked to be... late twenties, early thirties(?) yells across the store at me, "Hey! You think I could fit into this costume?"
I glance at the spangly blue, obviously a young girl's costume, and say, "Ah, no... that costume is designed for young girls."
He immediately shouts, "Are you calling me old?"
My brain to mouth filter failed, "No, I'm calling you a guy."
Later, a coworker dropped a box of sippy cups on my head. It hit my right side, but the only bruise I have from it is on my left pinky finger. Bizarre.
I was kneeling down, stocking something on a low shelf, and an elderly couple walked up in front of me.
OL: "Excuse me, Miss?"
M: *lift my head*
OL: *stammering* "I mean, Sir..."
M: "Doesn't matter one way or the other. How can I help you?"
I told a coworker later, whose response was, "Nuh-uh! Really?"
Had a couple staring at one of the costumes we have left over from Halloween, the guy, who looked to be... late twenties, early thirties(?) yells across the store at me, "Hey! You think I could fit into this costume?"
I glance at the spangly blue, obviously a young girl's costume, and say, "Ah, no... that costume is designed for young girls."
He immediately shouts, "Are you calling me old?"
My brain to mouth filter failed, "No, I'm calling you a guy."
Later, a coworker dropped a box of sippy cups on my head. It hit my right side, but the only bruise I have from it is on my left pinky finger. Bizarre.
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