Heard on the Selling Floor

Being a flippant sales assistant is fun. Very fun.

Over the course of the last two weeks as I’ve been counting down to my final day, which is now TOMORROW, I have been less and less patient with the jerk customers.

In the last few days, I have even lost my patience with the nice ones.

A man walked up to me with a pair of Speedos with the clear intent of asking me a question. You know how I hate Speedos, so I decided it best to nip this one in the bud as soon as possible.

“Um, sorry…”

I had an early opening.

“Oh no, that’s ok.”

He stopped, puzzled.

“Sorry…”

“No, don’t worry about it! It’s ok…just don’t let it happen again.”

In what has now become my signature move, I turned and walked away.

One…more…day!!