

“Why don’t you know the APR on that SUV for sale outside?!?” Sir, this is a clothing store…? (And other fun stories)
I used to love working retail because of the stories I have like this, so I figured I would make a funny post about my favorites.
The SUV For Sale
A man comes in and I see him asking one of my coworkers a few questions. I think nothing of it until I see him go up to another coworker of mine and ask a few more. Nothing seemed particularly off when he then came up to me.
“Do you know the APR on that vehicle for sale outside?”
“Oh, no, I sure don’t. Maybe the dealership it’s associated with would be able to give you that info if you talk to them?”
He huffs and puffs, actually angry with me at this point and says, “Well, why don’t you know?!?”
I worked in a clothing store. Lmao
The Bathroom is Out of Order
Same store. Their bathroom would go out rather regularly and it was frustrating for everyone, customers and employees alike. It was the only bathroom the store had and it was attached to the mall’s plumbing so the store itself couldn’t do anything about fixing it.
A man comes in with his toddler-aged son and asks to use the restroom. I kindly tell them it’s unfortunately out of order.
He scoffs angrily, “well, I’m going to blog about this!”
It was 2018. Lmao No one blogs anymore. Enjoy that, my guy.
The Bathroom is Out of Order pt 2: Electric Boogaloo
An older gentleman walks in and the bathroom is closed for plumbing repairs. I politely tell him the bathroom is out of order.
He’s big mad, “you people just don’t want me to use the bathroom and you’re purposely keeping me out of it! I can’t believe this!”
Because someone will ask, he was a white boomer. lol I have no idea where he got this sentiment.
The Stinky Dress Return
This is a story that happened to my mother, who owned her own prom dress store. She had passed away but I love retelling this excellent story.
A woman came in wanting to return a prom dress she bought for her daughter. My mother was smart and had every sale come with a contract they signed saying we do not accept returns, but there were always exceptions to be made in regard to customer service.
The reasonable complaint for the return was that the dress’ zipper broke and the daughter wasn’t able to wear it to her prom. My mother was very kind and went to look the dress over to confirm, but noticed the dress absolutely reeked of sweat and body odor.
My mother politely rejected the return but offered to fix the zipper free of charge. The woman was very upset and stormed out of the store.
My mother was a firecracker and didn’t hold back once the woman left. She turned to her store manager and said, “I think that girl’s boyfriend broke the zipper trying to get it off of her because it smelled like she had a good time!”
Hope you guys enjoyed these!
Group happiness session!
Why are we crying? Let’s celebrate! New month, new r/Pensacola! 🥰
I want to play a game: how many of you remember to bring your reusable bags to the store when shopping?
No judgment because I don’t remember at all. My reusable bags sit in the cupboard and I forget them. I try to make a plan to remember them by placing them on the counter where I can see them but I still forget them. I’m kind of okay with it because I reuse the plastic bags they give me as trash can liners and kitty poop bags.
I guess my disability will be the sole reason for climate change. Sorry, guys! 🙃
A customer put his glasses on & remarked “oh, you’re a GIRL”
Veggie pasta, garlic bread, lemon chicken.
He was around 55 year old. Kind of rude even before he said that. I just couldn’t believe it.
What a fucking asshole.
I know I have a deep voice for a woman. I’m also overweight. Thing is, I have CURVES.
I already have a lot of issues with my femininity because I think a lot of it is performative. I feel less like a woman as a bigger-bodied lady. I’m also sort of tall I guess. People tell me I’m tall for a woman. I’m only 5’7”! Ugh.
I just… hated that interaction. A lot. It’s not fair. He was more than rude.
And I’m not going to give him any grace just because he’s old. Fuck that. He was a dick.
NEVER FORGET unless you’ve had 5+ beers at 9/11 beer fest! WOOOOO! LET’S GET LIT AND HIT… the second tower. 🙏🏻
Or we can go down in a field. Totally up to you, babes!
I got officially diagnosed today.
I’m still processing it. I didn’t even name PMDD, I just told my doctor my symptoms and I specifically said, “my therapist and I both believe this to be a hormonal issue.” He didn’t even tell me PMDD, I just saw it on the paperwork.
I’ve known I have PMDD for over a year now, but today it’s on my medical file and I’m officially diagnosed.
I’m relieved, but anxious. I keep finding my brain asking “what does this mean going forward?” My body is holding anxiety and I feel that for sure, but I know I’m relieved that a professional heard my symptoms and thought the same thing as me.
It’s a lot. But I’m glad I have a name for this and an explanation for why half my life has seemed uncontrollable. Here’s hoping I get a good treatment plan figured out. 🙂
I AM NOT ASKING FOR MEDICAL ADVICE. THANK YOU.
I got to my new job 30 minutes earlier than the manager today
I was scared I was going to be late so I planned to run into school traffic.
In June.
Where I live, schools get out for summer in May. Lmao
ADHD brain…
Fourth time going to Pace!
I don’t have any questions or need any advice. I just wanted y’all to know. 💕
I’m cutting my horse’s mane for the summer. Give me silly ideas for mane cuts!
I thought about roaching it but I want to have some fun with it before I go directly there. It’s just so hot, I hate how much he sweats under his mane.
He’s a quarter horse so his mane isn’t super thick but it’s also not thin. Open to all ideas except dying it. He’s fully retired so quality of life is the main (mane 🤪) focus.
Give me your silliest cuts!
Just found out about “triangulation” and I’m wondering is anyone else with RSD has experienced it.
I got involved with a guy last year who taught me a new psychological manipulation tactic called triangulation. He was constantly saying this other woman is funnier than me and that other woman has so much in common with him. I was never fully chosen and he had me in quite a state.
I usually stay away from comparisons because it’s detrimental to my mental health. I do it to myself and have had to work to change that behavior in me. I don’t use most social media because of it.
I only found out about this triangulation term today and feel it fits. I always felt so confused but now I have a word for it. It’s very validating and even relieving.
Has anyone else experienced this? It’s taking me a lot of therapeutic work to move on from and it’s been a very difficult journey to recovery since it affected my self-esteem so deeply. I’m still working through it and sensitive to the topic, if I’m honest. What has helped you?
Girl breakfast is for when you’re making sure he never escapes the way he treated you 💕
A banana and apple fritter with homemade coffee.
I told her everything. The girl he was flirting with in front of me on my birthday? She knows how he held onto my care and attention like I was a placeholder for when she came back to him.
I only speak truths. I have no reason to exaggerate or lie.
I hope he answers to himself for all the conversations he avoided and how that affected other people around him. I hope he’s not able to manipulate her. I hope he’s not able to sweet talk her like he did me. I don’t want her to end up hurt from him like I was.
I hope he’s reminded of the way he treated me every time he looks at his couch. I hope he’s haunted by my words when he’s driving in his car. And I hope his desperate need for appearances and vanity eats him alive.
I’m tired of being polite and quiet about someone who treated me poorly girl dinner
Publix popcorn chicken and my favorite red velvet cupcake to ever grace my taste buds. 💕 I don’t even know if this counts as girl dinner but it feels like girl dinner since it was the first items I swiped out of the fridge.
It’s really tough to forgive someone who never apologized. It’s a skill I clearly need to work on. I can forgive a lot, too. Maybe we don’t have to forgive *everything*.
I don’t care for being treated unfairly. It’s a bit of a sore spot for me. I’m getting more skilled at handling rejection and being understanding, but I clearly have some homework to do in the “this chump played me like a fiddle and I wanted to be a good person so badly that I fucking bought it” department.
If someone details out to you all the things they’d do to sneak in somewhere, lie about who they are, etc., then they’ll sure as hell lie to you about something so small as home gym equipment. They’ll lie about being on GLP and let you think they developed an eating disorder. They’ll just… lie.
And in the end, maybe pity is the way I ought to go instead of anger. Maybe that’s what the anger is masking; my sincere disappointment in the person I thought I knew.
I don’t know them though. I never really did. I got fooled again because I’m much too kind when it comes to rooting for an underdog.