I now work at Bras Galore!, which sells bras, underwear, night clothes, stockings, and so on. It is not really called Bras Galore!, but I wish it was.
We normally have a few odd people, but by and large, they're fine. Today, we had a few that were more troublesome.
Family number one consisted of the father, who had tattoos on his neck, his jeans belted below his ass, and a hat on at an angle. The mother was pregnant, but chose to wear a crop top, to display to the world that she was expecting. The youngest daughter was spouting a stream of conciousness monologue, which consisted mostly of "I'M SPINNING, I'M SPINNING! MUM, LOOK, BRAS! MUM, I'M GOING OVER HERE! I'M SPINNING, THAT LADY'S FAT!" all at the top of her voice.
Needless to say, neither parent did anything. The older daughter looked to be around thirteen. She picked up one of the night dresses, and then trouble started.
Daughter: Can I have this?
Mother: No.
Daughter: (throwing item to the floor, grabbing others to also throw on the floor and stamp over) You never let me have anything! I hate you! I haven't eaten in THREE DAYS! (waves Subway bag over head, storms to other side of the store, starts shouting at other customers) They never feed me! I hate being a model, I never get to have food! I have NO MONEY, and she won't buy me ANYTHING!
She eventually ran out of the store. Mother and father remained to pay for their purchases, and to talk about the child they are expecting. Crime Scene Scarf is deployed to clean up the wave of destruction.
We normally have a few odd people, but by and large, they're fine. Today, we had a few that were more troublesome.
Family number one consisted of the father, who had tattoos on his neck, his jeans belted below his ass, and a hat on at an angle. The mother was pregnant, but chose to wear a crop top, to display to the world that she was expecting. The youngest daughter was spouting a stream of conciousness monologue, which consisted mostly of "I'M SPINNING, I'M SPINNING! MUM, LOOK, BRAS! MUM, I'M GOING OVER HERE! I'M SPINNING, THAT LADY'S FAT!" all at the top of her voice.
Needless to say, neither parent did anything. The older daughter looked to be around thirteen. She picked up one of the night dresses, and then trouble started.
Daughter: Can I have this?
Mother: No.
Daughter: (throwing item to the floor, grabbing others to also throw on the floor and stamp over) You never let me have anything! I hate you! I haven't eaten in THREE DAYS! (waves Subway bag over head, storms to other side of the store, starts shouting at other customers) They never feed me! I hate being a model, I never get to have food! I have NO MONEY, and she won't buy me ANYTHING!
She eventually ran out of the store. Mother and father remained to pay for their purchases, and to talk about the child they are expecting. Crime Scene Scarf is deployed to clean up the wave of destruction.
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