As I was showing a mother and child to their fitting room, the mother asked where the bathroom was. I informed her that we didn't have one. I hang her clothes in the room, wait for her to enter, and close the door behind her. As I'm walking away, I hear her say to her son, "Use the potty in here. That lady was being mean to you." I couldn't believe she was being serious or that the child would listen -- she was and he did.
This is why I Work 2 Rant.
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