I had to transport clothes from one fitting room to the next. I piled as many clothes as I could onto my arms and struggled my way to the other fitting room. A customer stopped me to ask me where an item was. I told them that my hands were a bit full at the moment (as if it wasn't obvious) but that I could help them in a moment. They glared at me, scoffed and walked away.
This is why I Work 2 Rant.
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