For those of you who don't know, I work at a clothing store. It closes at six on Sundays, and I can count on one hand the number of times that we have actually closed AT six. That would be 0.
So this woman comes into the store at 5 on Sunday. We close at 6, and there are lots of people milling about. 5:55, we ask her if she needs help. We're closing up and we have people coming in to reset the floor. She declines our offer.
So we're finishing up cleaning up the store a bit, and I ask her again if she needs any help. Note, from at least 5:50, she has been standing in front of a display of about 10 5.99 handbags.
Also note that I am not the only person to ask her and her friend if they need help.
Finally, the manager asks her if there is anything she can help her find, since she needs to close the registers and get out of the way of the floor crew. It's 6:15. The woman huffs, "I feel so rushed! YOU CAN'T RUSH FASHION!" And she flounces out of the store, complaining that we rushed her.
Now this might be terrible of us, but for the next ten minutes as we closed, someone would randomly yell out, "YOU CAN'T RUSH FASHION," and crack us up. Of course the woman was wearing stirrup pants. "1985 called, it wants its pants back." Seriously, it should not take you twenty goddamned minutes at least to decide if you want any of ten 5.99 handbags. Either it jumps out at you or it doesn't. GTFO.
(Thanks to Paint Tomorrow Blue, she gave me this perfect visual companion)
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