We had a rule at the antique shop, once upon a time, that since it was also a storage room (and eventually my private bathroom), the bathroom was not for customer use. Mom told me to say no when people asked if we had one they could use, for security reasons (as well as privacy reasons later on!).
One day I had a lady come in with her little girl, real friendly and all, and after shopping for a while (and gathering a fairly good sum in merchandise on the counter), she asked if we had a bathroom they could use. So, as per orders, I said apologized and, very politely, said no.
She. went. nuts. I mean apoplectic.
She asked me what bathroom I used. I said I use the bathroom here but it's not a public ba--
She proceeded to tirade and stormed out, yelling at me and insulting me (I was killing myself trying to be polite and nice and apologetic about it) on her way out the door, saying something to the effect (since I'd said it was the owner's rule) that "well then she should get better help!!"
That pushed me too far. If it's one thing I can't stand, it's people insulting my mother, directly or indirectly. So as she stomped down the sidewalk to her car, dragging her bewildered little girl along with her, I curtly informed her that I was the owner's daughter. She snapped something back at me (wish I could remember what she said) and got in her car, leaving me totally shaken (I think I turned right around, probably cried from the stress, and called Mom to tell her what had happened).
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We had a rule at the antique shop, once upon a time, that since it was also a storage room (and eventually my private bathroom), the bathroom was not for customer use. Mom told me to say no when people asked if we had one they could use, for security reasons (as well as privacy reasons later on!).
One day I had a lady come in with her little girl, real friendly and all, and after shopping for a while (and gathering a fairly good sum in merchandise on the counter), she asked if we had a bathroom they could use. So, as per orders, I said apologized and, very politely, said no.
She. went. nuts. I mean apoplectic.
She asked me what bathroom I used. I said I use the bathroom here but it's not a public ba--
She proceeded to tirade and stormed out, yelling at me and insulting me (I was killing myself trying to be polite and nice and apologetic about it) on her way out the door, saying something to the effect (since I'd said it was the owner's rule) that "well then she should get better help!!"
That pushed me too far. If it's one thing I can't stand, it's people insulting my mother, directly or indirectly. So as she stomped down the sidewalk to her car, dragging her bewildered little girl along with her, I curtly informed her that I was the owner's daughter. She snapped something back at me (wish I could remember what she said) and got in her car, leaving me totally shaken (I think I turned right around, probably cried from the stress, and called Mom to tell her what had happened).
The lady never did come back. 9.9
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We never saw him again.