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October 15, 2006
Customer ASSociates: The new breed
Life was so easy for Laura Ingalls Wilder.
All she had to do was wrap up her 'bosoms' before chopping wood, milking cows, and sewing her own clothes.
She was never face to face with BRA-MAN, who could have been my worst nightmare in a lingerie department...until today.
Waiting six months between bra purchases, I hoped to avoid Bra-Man's sarcasm and beligerence and as the old saying goes, be careful what you hope for.
Since I am not yet in my forties, I haven't earned the right to say "Back in my day, there was such as thing as courtesy". My grandmother could teach a class on how to shame a rude clerk or insolent waitress by pursing her lips, adding a tsk-tsk, and the ultimate shaking of her head in disdain. I, however, am less subtle in my disgust, and apparently, so are the new "Customer ASSociates" of our day.
It was my fault that I didn't take into consideration working in the Dillards lingerie department was so stressful, so exhausting it required multiple breaks an hour. To expect the sales force to stagger these much needed breaks, well, WHO DO WE THINK WE ARE?
As much as I'd love to know who Chaz is taking to dinner/what the hell LaMoniqua was thinking when she wore that weave to the club that night/who told Spencer that he could or should dance, my main objective in interrupting the conversation was to ask where my favorite bra might be. Sighs of annoyance could be heard all the way to children's clothing...from them.
"Can I help you?" (stupid wench, do you not see us talking)
"Do you have the Mysteria line?"
"You mean Mystere." (dumb wench wasting my time)
"Whatever. I am mainly looking for the Dream Tisha bra."
"It's the most expensive one we have." (broke wench, you can't afford that) She motioned to the wall where the Oprah endorsed bra hung in all its glory. "We have some others on sale."
And this is where my upbringing went out the window.
To be continued...tomorrow!
Posted by Tish at October 15, 2006 08:48 PM
Comments
Oh, now I gotta hear the end of this one!
Posted by: Serra at October 16, 2006 12:29 AM
Never have I been so entranced with a bra...
well, no, that's not true. I meant to say 'never have I been so entranced with a discussion of a bra...'
Posted by: Charlie on PA Turnpike at October 16, 2006 07:43 AM
I'm a man. I don't shop. I go into a store, point at things with my 20 lb splitting maul and command my minions to bring them hither. Then we burn the settlement to the ground after pillaging their wimen and raping their cattle. It's tough being a viking.
Posted by: mdmhvonpa at October 16, 2006 10:38 AM
You didn't say "Dang it, woman," did you? Oh, please, no....
Posted by: Old Horsetail Snake at October 16, 2006 01:53 PM
ah...a cliffhanger.
Posted by: ignatius dedd at October 16, 2006 05:28 PM
What a coincidence. My lovely niece works in a lingerie store and just this weekend, she was telling us about her customers. (She didn't mention you, Tish, so I'll assume it was a different store.) I've never laughed so hard. Both sides of the story are soooo different. I anxiously await the rest of the story.
Posted by: pennyhalston at October 16, 2006 05:42 PM