Just another day at work
I was busy in the shop, working in the front of the store, when the phone begins to ring at the back of the store. As I get towards the back of the store a 300 plus pound, older woman (75 to 80 'ish'), is standing in the aisle with this 2 piece shirt wrapped around her head, shoulders and down her torso to her waist. With the exception of her bra, she was just skin and twisted cloth...but mostly skin. Seriously, there was a lot of skin.
I did not laugh.
I started to ask if I could help her and she said "I've been yelling and yelling for help". I had 2 managers also working and have no idea where they were, but I'd been in the front of the store where I was suppose to be. I told her I was sorry, that I'd been in the front and hadn't heard her. She said she was stuck.
Why yes, yes she was.
She continues to struggle with the clothing as I try to steer her back into the fitting rooms and into the room she'd been using. After awhile of trying to calm her down, I figure out that the shell (which is sewn by it's spaghetti straps to the outer shirt) is twisted around her head, with her head and left arm being through one of the arm holes, her right arm through the neck and her arms through the arms of the outer shirt...but backwards to where the back was in the front and it buttoning up the back.
First I had to get it pulled off of her and off of her arms and around her head. I had to touch a lot of her. I don't like to touch people much, I don't like to touch strangers at all, and I definitely don't like to touch semi naked strangers.
After I got it off of her, she asked if I'd stay and help her get it on correctly. C'mon...please, just shoot me. Seriously, after having had to inch this up off of every inch of her torso and arms, the last thing I wanted to do was put it back on her. So, I said "sure, I'd be happy to". And, I did. The top was a size 32, and I had to s-t-r-e-t-c-h it over her. When I got it on her, I wanted to ask her if she'd like for me to get her a larger size but knew we didn't carry a larger size. She turned and looked at herself in the mirror, then asked if I'd help her get out of it.
After having to get my hands underneath the shell to peel it off of her, she said...
"I knew I wouldn't want it, I've always hated this color".
*Lord, I have no fear of coming home...please don't let me get to be this old. Just take me home before I lose all consideration and common sense, and let my kids enjoy my life insurance.*
When I left the customer to get dressed, my managers were standing outside of the fitting rooms, laughing. One of them asked me what that was all about. I told them it was about how badly I needed $7.25 an hour.