recap: i work alone in a fancy designer store. i have to witness all the middle class families bring in their kids in baby gap and gold watches etc. Most are alright but the one i had today was vomit inducing.
Mother walks in; i say hello, she looks at me and carries on so i immediately think 'rude bitch' and decide to ignore her until she asks for help. Her 'child' is approx 12 as far as i can see, and wearing a lil skirt and ballet tights/shoes. I have a full length mirror the posh people can admire themselves in, and this girl goes over and starts prancing and pirouetting. i wouldnt care, but she keeps trying to catch my eye in the mirror, like im going to go 'oo you are the CUTEST little girl ever! so pretty and talented!'. i'm feeling kinda sick watching this egotistical and childish display; shes 12 for christ sakes not 5.
The mother catches me looking at the kid and she gushes "isnt she so talented?! Precious, show the lady your twirls!". the kid gives me the cheesiest grin and prances just for me - how lovely. i nearly vomited on her ballet shoes. But, being the nice polite girl i am, i say 'aw thats nice; everythings on sale ok?"
bleurgh! imagine being 12 and prancing in public. Imagine being called Precious!! And i had to agree how pretty she was. I feel so dirty . . .
Mother walks in; i say hello, she looks at me and carries on so i immediately think 'rude bitch' and decide to ignore her until she asks for help. Her 'child' is approx 12 as far as i can see, and wearing a lil skirt and ballet tights/shoes. I have a full length mirror the posh people can admire themselves in, and this girl goes over and starts prancing and pirouetting. i wouldnt care, but she keeps trying to catch my eye in the mirror, like im going to go 'oo you are the CUTEST little girl ever! so pretty and talented!'. i'm feeling kinda sick watching this egotistical and childish display; shes 12 for christ sakes not 5.
The mother catches me looking at the kid and she gushes "isnt she so talented?! Precious, show the lady your twirls!". the kid gives me the cheesiest grin and prances just for me - how lovely. i nearly vomited on her ballet shoes. But, being the nice polite girl i am, i say 'aw thats nice; everythings on sale ok?"
bleurgh! imagine being 12 and prancing in public. Imagine being called Precious!! And i had to agree how pretty she was. I feel so dirty . . .
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