The Price of Cleanliness
Had a customer ask for a discount because I touched the shoes as I put them back in their shoebox. Because I was wearing a Manger-Trainee tag, she kept insisting that my Manger would do it–in that condescending tone, you only get when you think you’re helping someone not be an idiot.
She then demanded I hand scrub the shoes with our cleaning liquid so they were clean for her kid–insisting that my Manager would do that.
F*ck me–I did it. I hate that job some days.