And the weird, wonderful world of diversity that is St. Augustine continues. I suppose I should point out that I am judging a book by its cover. But, if it walks like a duck, yadda, yadda, yadda…
She was wearing daisy-dukes, a tube-top, and ‘fuck-me’ pumps. Of course, the boss waited on her. She wasn’t clear about the mail-in rebate associated with the phone, and was short the $60 she needed for her phone and bluetooth earpiece. She’d paid her non-refundable deposit, however, so she was stuck – we could cancel the contract, but she would be out $100.
Every hour on the hour, she returned with an additional $10. Her fat friend, dressed even more outrageously (really, some people need to get full-length mirrors – I mean, I’m fat, I know it, and I dress appropriately. I know y’all don’t want to see my fat ass.) We closed before she had enough. The following evening, she returned three more times, each time with another $10.
Hell, I was rooting for her by this time. I even told my Indobet88 I might be willing to chip in the last $10 for some backroom time.
Waiting on a tranny
Working retail at Christmas, variance rears it’s ugly head in the form of the people you meet.
They were like many people I sell to, a couple of people staring at cell phones with their eyes glazed over. It appeared to be a mother with a teenage son wearing a hoodie over his head. When I approached and introduced myself, I’m sure the shock was written all over my face.
Very obviously, I was looking at a man.
The beard appeared to have received a recent electrolysis. The biceps and triceps were starting to get flabby like a middle-aged woman’s, but the forearms were still heavily muscled. And the hands. Oh my, the hands.
I thought I managed the selling process well, telling myself, “Be a big boy, grow up, there’s all kind of people in the world and isn’t it great that the son is out and about with his father (I think… hmm…) even though he appears to be trying to hide in the hoodie.”
I took care of the phone, got them hooked up with the right deal for them and the wrong deal for the company. I don’t care, I see my job as meeting the customer’s needs so they keep coming back, not sacrificing the thousands they’ll spend in the future just to maximize today’s commission.
I was patting myself on the back for my enlightened attitude, treating this person like I would want to be treated, and closed the sale like I do every one by saying, “Hey, you guys have a good day.”
Der. Open mouth, insert foot.