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Tis the Season…

Anyone who has worked retail during the Christmas season can definitely relate to this story. While home on winter break from college, my father would petition us to come work the season rush at his store. (He manages an Academy store) This particular season we were working in a snootier area. During midday we would grow extremely busy as nearby office workers would come in for last minute shopping. I would usually have a long line of customers and you know when getting into a line at a retail place it’s anyone’s guess how long the line will take to dwindle.I had just finished helping a nice but rather slow customer who was full of questions. Well, the next guy in line was a real charmer. I could tell by his expression that he was annoyed so I tried to get him through as quickly as possible. Mr. I am so above waiting in lines because I am special was quite cranky that I hadn’t moved faster. As I was wrapping up his order, he leaned over and said, “Ma’am, did you know you are a real bitch.” I’m sure he was waiting for me to break down in tears or get angry and yell back at him, that would have made his sorry little day. But I remembered a bit of advice my dad gave me at 16 when I first started in retail. I hitched on a super-big grin and replied, “Thank you SO much for noticing.” This guy turned I don’t know how many shades of red and I could clearly see the dilemma rolling around in his head. He had no words. He couldn’t go report me to the manager. (who was my father no less) What was he going to say? “She was mean to me, she actually had the nerve to smiled when I called her a bitch. Nope that would never work, so he snatched his receipt, turned on his heal and retreated as I stood back and chuckled.As for my father’s advice at age 16, he told me the best way to deal with difficult customers was to smile at them. If I were to get angry or upset, it would just add fuel to their fire, give them what they were looking for. But if I could maintain composure and smile at them, they wouldn’t be able to own me. Now when I stand in line at the grocery or wherever, I sometimes get annoyed that the clerk is taking too long but I also respect that they may be having a tough day and try to be as polite as can be in return. I figure I’m just passing on the goodwill for not letting people get to me in the past.

My family, to this day, is greatly amused by the story and it has become legendary. My grandma loves to tell her friends how I didn’t miss a beat and stood up for myself.

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