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Of all inconsiderate things people can do I think BY FAR the worst, and I mean WORST, thing any person can do is stay in a store after closing hours. No, I may not have worked a full 8 hour shift but, yes, actually, my back, butt, and legs are beyond sore. I'm exhausted from school and track practice and I'm absolutely starving to the point I'm considering actually eating the candy in the breakroom.
No, I don't like being at a customer's beckon call....but I will be polite and stick on a smile. Does it personally bother me that your running shoes don't "feel right?" Not particularly. I have an feeling you'll give up on your running New Year's resolution after a week and regress back to the old "I'll work out tomorrow" routine. But I'll pretend I actually care because that's what I'm paid to do. Do I care your ski coat is white so you can't possibly have black ski pants because then you'll look like an oreo sliding down the mountain? Not a bit. But I'll kindly call 4 different stores asking if they have a size extra small in a ski pant I am positive they don't have. Because I looked it up on the computer. But of course you don't believe me and you want me to call anyway. Then I'll precede to point you in the direction of the alpine ski store down the street. And I won't even say anything when you're quite rude. I am, after all, just an employee.
So I'll smile and bring you, Miss foreigner with a thick accent I can't understand who claims no running shoe EVER fit you, out a zillion different styles in a zillion different sizes and ask you about your running habits and where you run and who you run with and if you race. And I'll laugh at your jokes and give you advice on your running. Even though I am 100% positive you haven't sweated a day in your life, much less run the 50 miles a week you claim to.
But the moment you stay for 20 minutes past closing time, I stop smiling. Especially when you make a comment about how you know we closed 20 minutes ago. You know what, Mister "I'm going to try on 20 different pairs of black running pants and 3 different soccer shoes in a size 9.5 and 10 and then have a complicated return with no form of ID"?
I didn't have anything to do after work anyway.

So you can take your smirk, your terrible haircut, and your short self and spend all the time you want lingering around the store at 9:30 at night.
Because in the meantime, I'm going to climb on some fixtures.




















I love my job.

Love love love,
Katie

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