In college, I worked the campus bookstore, register and accounting. It was the first week of January and in comes this woman with a total "Ugh, I can't believe I have to be here" expression on her face. I greet her and go back to reading my book.
"Why do you still have Christmas music on? The holidays are over."
"I'm not in charge of the music, ma'am, that's at inventory's discretion."
"Where are your art supplies?"
I point in their direction. "Right over there, ma'am."
She checks. "Is this all you have?"
"I can't believe this is what you charge!"
"Prices are set by the buyer, ma'am."
"I can get these cheaper at a store downtown."
"You're welcome to shop there instead."
Full Karen mode ensues. The buyer, Tara, steps out of her office.
"Excuse me, what's going on here?"
"This cashier has been rude to me" blah-blah-blah.
I'd been working there over a year, by this point; my personality was well-known to the staff.
"What happened?" she asked me. I tell her everything start to finish.
"Ma'am, I have to agree with him. If you don't like our music, selection, or prices, you don't have to shop here. Please leave."
I was sorry to leave that job, but it was only a student position. When my accounting certificate was done, so was my time in the bookstore.
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