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The Devil’s in the Dressing Room
After working in retail for years, I thought I’d seen the best and worst of humanity as they shop for their purchases. I’ve witnessed fights over items, cashiers brought to tears because of mean rude customers, people paying for someone else’s purchase when they couldn’t pay for it themselves.
I’ve seen people who want to shop so bad, they ignore the signs of a heart attack in order to get to the store. I’ve seen people running across parking lots without regard to traffic, and flying through the air when a car hits them.
I’ve seen people grab armloads of items and make a run for it.
I could go on and on.
I thought I’d seen it all.
Until the Devil himself came to the store.
One of my employees called me to the fitting room. I left my post and went to see what he needed. When I got there he was standing there shaking his head. He pointed over at room three. Not knowing what I was going in there for, I grabbed a pair of gloves, put them on, and opened the door.
This was a first for me.