Tall or short, thin or thick... in my world, it simply doesn't matter which of these you are. I feel quite fortunate that my parents taught me these basics years ago - never to judge a book by its cover and remember it's the inside that counts. Unfortunately, it seems some are not as familiar with having basic manners and knowing better than to make fun of or scorn others because of their appearance. In this story, we are exposed to exactly that. The story recently surfaced online on several American websites, but I cannot independently confirm that it is entirely based on true facts. What is certain is that the clerk learns one important lesson. One I wish she had respected sooner! Remember to always treat others the way you would like to be treated, too... That advice never failed me.
(My friend owns a couple of clothing stores through his family. He dresses quite humbly, so people don’t really recognize that he is an owner. On this day, I’m accompanying him while he checks on one of his stores.)
Me: “Excuse me, miss? Where is the plus-size section of this shop?”
Clerk: ”Over at the dirt mall where [plus-size chain store] is. We don’t cater to fatty fat-a**es like you.”
Me: “No need for that kind of language, and I’m a size 18, so I can fit in some average-sized clothing, but I prefer the fit in plus. I know that there is a plus section, but the store has been re-arranged so I’m having trouble finding it.”
Clerk: “I’ll speak to you however I want. People like you are beneath the rest of us. Just wrap up in a sheet and call it a dress. You might need two king-size to cover that Buddha-big-belly!”
Me: “May I please speak to your manager? You are being very rude.”
Clerk: “Oh, no! You are not going to stomp over me to get me in trouble just because you’re fat! Get the f*** out of here!”
(My friend taps me on my shoulder and points to a section of the store.)
My Friend: “The plus-size section is over there.”
Clerk: *to my friend* “Why are you helping that fata**?! We don’t serve her kind here!”
My Friend: “Well, if you must know, I am actually one of her best friends. I have been for over ten years, and for about five years, I’ve been running several clothing stores for my grandfather until he decided to officially hand the reins over to me two years ago. I, despite my appearance, now own several lovely clothing stores that cater to every woman of every size…”
My Friend: ”…including this one. Now, I believe my friend asked for your manager?”
(Upon hearing this, the clerk turns pale and calls for her manager, who recognizes my friend and rushes over. After we explain what happens, the manager apologizes over and over, and fires the clerk on the spot for their poor behavior.)
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