07/03/2025
I'm 58, and one day, I went to the mall to buy some new clothes. Behind the counter was a young girl, maybe 20, loudly talking on the phone, laughing, and throwing around curse words across the whole store. I browsed for a bit, picked a dress, and approached the register. "Excuse me, could I get a different size, please?" I asked. BIG, DRAMATIC SIGH, EYES ROLLING HARD. "I'll call you back. There's ANOTHER ONE HEREâŚ" she muttered. I said, "Excuse me, could you please be a bit more polite? And what do you mean by 'another one'?" "You know what? I have the right to refuse service! So either you try on that dressâwhich, let's be real, WOULD'VE SUITED YOU 40 YEARS AGOâor leave the store!" I barely dropped the dress on the floor, shocked. I pulled out my phone, trying to record everythingâbut she walked right up and ripped the phone straight out of my hands. But then, a woman about my age stepped out from the staff room. "MOM, SHE CALLED ME NAMES AND SAID OUR CLOTHES ARE AWFUL!" the young girl blurted out. At that moment, neither I nor her daughter had any idea what was about to happen over the next 30 minutes. Her mom picked up the laptop, gave me a look that could cut glass, and walked toward me âŹď¸