Hi All….I haven't posted in awhile (how about April 2009) and since I haven't worked on a sales floor since 1990 all my stories are old. But lately I keep flashing back on a customer and her young daughter (5 or 6) amd its been disturbing to me.
Its 1984 or 85 on a busy Saturday before Easter and little girls dress shoes for Easter Sunday at church are in demand (people don't dress up for church that much anymore now).This is a full-service shoe store so I measure the daughters foot and let the mother know that she is a size 11. With the most vile, mean, take no crap look on her face she says bring her a size 9. I start to disagree but there will be none of that! I'll admit that I'm intimidated and scared by this woman...her expression was truly scary and serious ("crazy" freaked me out back then as I hadn't experienced it a lot at that point). I look at the daughter and she has a sad/beaten down look on her face.
So I get the shoes from the stock room and I have to wedge them on the little girl (remember, full service).They hurt her, its obvious. Mom says "They fit, right!". This sweet little girl quietly and sadly shakes her head yes. I looked at her and she and I had an instant silent bonding moment that said "yes, my Mom does this to me all the time". One of the saddest moments of my life, and I did nothing to stop it.
Now its over 25 years later and my non-action, my not standing up to this beast still kind of haunts me. What a tortured childhood she must have had. Raised by someone who doesn't mind causing you pain. I imagine as a grown woman (if she made it that far) the deep mental scars she carries around from whatever Mom inflicted on her.
I know refusing to sell this woman shoes would've made no difference in this child's life. After leaving the store Mom would've continued to be evil no matter what I'd done. But I allowed her to hurt her child. And if I had stood up to her maybe this little girl would've felt someone cared about her, even for a short moment. And I did, and I still do....over 25 years later.
Its 1984 or 85 on a busy Saturday before Easter and little girls dress shoes for Easter Sunday at church are in demand (people don't dress up for church that much anymore now).This is a full-service shoe store so I measure the daughters foot and let the mother know that she is a size 11. With the most vile, mean, take no crap look on her face she says bring her a size 9. I start to disagree but there will be none of that! I'll admit that I'm intimidated and scared by this woman...her expression was truly scary and serious ("crazy" freaked me out back then as I hadn't experienced it a lot at that point). I look at the daughter and she has a sad/beaten down look on her face.
So I get the shoes from the stock room and I have to wedge them on the little girl (remember, full service).They hurt her, its obvious. Mom says "They fit, right!". This sweet little girl quietly and sadly shakes her head yes. I looked at her and she and I had an instant silent bonding moment that said "yes, my Mom does this to me all the time". One of the saddest moments of my life, and I did nothing to stop it.
Now its over 25 years later and my non-action, my not standing up to this beast still kind of haunts me. What a tortured childhood she must have had. Raised by someone who doesn't mind causing you pain. I imagine as a grown woman (if she made it that far) the deep mental scars she carries around from whatever Mom inflicted on her.
I know refusing to sell this woman shoes would've made no difference in this child's life. After leaving the store Mom would've continued to be evil no matter what I'd done. But I allowed her to hurt her child. And if I had stood up to her maybe this little girl would've felt someone cared about her, even for a short moment. And I did, and I still do....over 25 years later.
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