As most of you know I work at Marks and Spencers and today I was on customer services desk helping Richard and Kate deal with the amount of customers they were getting.
So, there I was, helping this lady who had her 2 year old granddaughter with her.

First off, the young hellspawn demanded to see what was going on so her grandmother lifted her up so she could sit on the counter. Distasteful, but I could deal with it.

Secondly, I just got on and did my job crossing out/hanging up/etc and I turned my back to hang this woman’s bra. (Why would you return a bra, seriously? But that’s for another blogpost..) Then up pipes the little madam “What’s the lady doing with your bra?”

Now I heard this loud and clear (and I assure you that the entire queue did too) and thank god I was turned around or my direct gaze would have shattered her. Fortunately the grandmother corrected her saying it’s a man, but seriously?! In no aspect do I resemble a female. NONE. I can understand being called Mrs/Ms on the phone because most of it is for my Mum (and I do kinda sound high pitched). I know I’ve not got Mr T’s voice but I mean.. please.. seriously? Why would you say this?

Naturally I just went bright red, couldn’t believe what I was hearing and hurried up the transaction and moved on. Notably, none of the other customers brought it up (they usually do bring up things they’ve overheard as an “ice breaker”) which could suggest what exactly?!

Life’s unfair.

FML

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