Last night, a customer comes over to ask me a question. He reached out and touched my shoulder -- not in a skeevy sort of way, but it still seemed odd -- and I stepped back away from him since I hate strangers touching me. He actually stepped forward and kept his finger on my shoulder. Creeped me right out. It doesn't help that I am very, very short and when people get too close I feel very vulnerable.
Note to SC's: you do not need to touch me to get my attention, dammit. Also, I don't need TMI stories, like the guy who needed help in men's pajamas last week and told me he'd been married a month ago and only now needed pajamas. Um...okay. Ew. Thank God, at that point our menswear person showed up and helped him.
Note to SC's: you do not need to touch me to get my attention, dammit. Also, I don't need TMI stories, like the guy who needed help in men's pajamas last week and told me he'd been married a month ago and only now needed pajamas. Um...okay. Ew. Thank God, at that point our menswear person showed up and helped him.
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