(A customer comes over to the small cosmetic service station that I am posted at. All the while, she’s talking on her phone and sounds quite upset.)
Me: “Hello, ma’am. What can I do for you today?”
Customer: *to phone* “Sorry, got go.” *hangs up*
Me: “Ma’am—”
Customer: “SHUT UP YOU, D*** HIPSTER!”
(Note: I’m wearing prescription Ray Bans and have a eyebrow piercing.)
Me: “Uhm—”
Customer: “You heard me the first time! Not another word! You probably don’t even need those glasses!”
(Without warning, the customer rips the glasses from my face. She throws them on the ground, shattering the lenses.)
Me: “Oh my God!”
Customer: “Look! You are fine!”
(My coworker comes over to see what all the commotion is about.)
Coworker: “What is going on?”
Customer: “This b**** was trying to look like a hipster!”
Coworker: “Ma’am, she actually needed those to see. Now get out before I call security!”
Customer: “F*** you! F***ing hipsters taking over!”
Me: “Hello, ma’am. What can I do for you today?”
Customer: *to phone* “Sorry, got go.” *hangs up*
Me: “Ma’am—”
Customer: “SHUT UP YOU, D*** HIPSTER!”
(Note: I’m wearing prescription Ray Bans and have a eyebrow piercing.)
Me: “Uhm—”
Customer: “You heard me the first time! Not another word! You probably don’t even need those glasses!”
(Without warning, the customer rips the glasses from my face. She throws them on the ground, shattering the lenses.)
Me: “Oh my God!”
Customer: “Look! You are fine!”
(My coworker comes over to see what all the commotion is about.)
Coworker: “What is going on?”
Customer: “This b**** was trying to look like a hipster!”
Coworker: “Ma’am, she actually needed those to see. Now get out before I call security!”
Customer: “F*** you! F***ing hipsters taking over!”
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