On Friday I went to the mall to pick up a few things while my mom stayed here with the boys. She asked me if I'd pick up a pair of jeans for her. I chuckled. You see, my mom is maybe 110 lbs and wears a size 3. Desperate to get out by myself, I agreed.
I found her pair of jeans and went to the register. The tiny Asian lady was on the phone and I handed her the jeans. She looked up, phone still on her shoulder and said, "size 3? size 3?!" with a puzzled look on her face. I told her that they weren't for me. She got off the phone and rang up the jeans. As she handed me the receipt she then asked, "they for your daughter?" I didn't expect that one. I replied with, "no, they're for my MOM. Not really fair is it?!" (Not that she'd get it because she was also probably a size 3.) She then said something that I couldn't understand and explained their return policy.
I knew it was coming, I told my mom before going that it wouldn't look right. I wasn't offended but I thought it was pretty brave on her part and got a chuckle out of it when I told my mom when I got home.
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WoW she was brave a lot of people would have reacted differently than you did to that situation.
ReplyDeleteThat is one of my biggest pet peeves -- when the cashier comments on what I am buying. Just ring it up and move on. I HATE it when I am buying things at the grocery store and the cashier says "having tacos for dinner, huh?" Or once when I was buying some, ahem, stool softener at Walgreens and the gal told me all about her own bowel issues. Oy!
ReplyDeleteAnd...those darn Asians. Urgh. =)