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I have a story to pass along from my sister, who works at the department store whose name rhymes with “Moles.” She loves owls, so lets call her Owl.
Background: The store she works at is new. The company built it about a year and a half ago. It’s a beautiful store on the best street in the city, surrounded by other stores, near many restaurants, on two major bus routes, near a major city park, and within walking distance of some of our nicest streets. A lot of lawyers, doctors and politicians live nearby, so this store is very nicely placed for business, and it’s been doing fairly well despite the economy. Where we live, about five minutes away by car, is not the richest area but still a nice neighborhood. (End background)
Owl usually works in the lingerie department. One day she was watching the fitting room and two women came up to try stuff on. One of them had a quite a large bundle of clothes, so Owl asked her how many things she had, and told her, as per company policy, that she could take up to five items into the fitting room.
The woman looked shocked and gasped, “I’ve never been told that at a Moles before!” Which is either baloney, or perhaps the other two stores in the region don’t bother to enforce the rules. Whatever, Owl always goes by the rules.
Before Owl could say another word, the second woman rolled her eyes and told her friend, “That’s because this is the ghetto store.”
There are so many things wrong with that comment, my sister thought her head was going to explode. She didn’t say any of them because, she said, once she got started, she knew she wasn’t going to stop. Best guess is that these two cows came into the city from one of the nearby 98% white suburbs, and we wish they would have stayed there. We happen to like the diversity in our town.
Background: The store she works at is new. The company built it about a year and a half ago. It’s a beautiful store on the best street in the city, surrounded by other stores, near many restaurants, on two major bus routes, near a major city park, and within walking distance of some of our nicest streets. A lot of lawyers, doctors and politicians live nearby, so this store is very nicely placed for business, and it’s been doing fairly well despite the economy. Where we live, about five minutes away by car, is not the richest area but still a nice neighborhood. (End background)
Owl usually works in the lingerie department. One day she was watching the fitting room and two women came up to try stuff on. One of them had a quite a large bundle of clothes, so Owl asked her how many things she had, and told her, as per company policy, that she could take up to five items into the fitting room.
The woman looked shocked and gasped, “I’ve never been told that at a Moles before!” Which is either baloney, or perhaps the other two stores in the region don’t bother to enforce the rules. Whatever, Owl always goes by the rules.
Before Owl could say another word, the second woman rolled her eyes and told her friend, “That’s because this is the ghetto store.”
There are so many things wrong with that comment, my sister thought her head was going to explode. She didn’t say any of them because, she said, once she got started, she knew she wasn’t going to stop. Best guess is that these two cows came into the city from one of the nearby 98% white suburbs, and we wish they would have stayed there. We happen to like the diversity in our town.
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