Me: “Yes?”
(Customer comes over with her friends and a dirty soccer-ball shaped pillow.)
Female customer: “This is the last one and it’s dirty. I want 20% off!”
Me: “I’d like to give u a discount, but u’ll have to talk to one of my superiors. I don’t have the authority to do tht.”
Female customer: *points towards the sky* “My only superior is up there, and He’s the only one who I take orders frm. ”
Me: “Let me see if I can get a manager.”
(I call for a manager, and of course, no one shows up. After 10 minutes…)
Female customer: “Why can’t u give me a discount?”
Me: “Because I don’t have the authority.”
Female customer: “Well, I thnk u can’t give me a discount because u don’t believe in Jesus!”
Me: “u can take tht item to the service desk, and I’m sure they’d be able to help u out.”
Female customer: “Yeah and we’ll stick out like a bunch of sore thumbs since we’re the only black people in the store!”
Me: “Actually, our store manager is African American, as well as two of our assistant managers, who are both women.”
Female customer: “Oh.” *she finally walks away*
