I love it when kids knock things off rails. I love it when they rip the tags off clothes. I love it when women try and push for a discount on a t-shirt that is definitely not damaged. I love it when customers make me check for handbags in the stock room when I informed them adamantly that we DON’T sell that bag. I may be ranting about retail here but trust me, all retail workers secretly want to: I’m just brave (and tired) enough to speak up. Continue Reading
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