Turns out it was a surprise training exercise on “handling extreme customer scenarios.” I passed—barely. But to this day, I flinch whenever I see a floral dress and a three-ring binder.
The lingerie salesman’s worst nightmare isn’t a rude customer or a faulty clasp. It’s a confident grandma with nothing left to lose—and an audience of one with a Ring light. The Lingerie Salesman S Worst Nightmare
I swallowed. “Ma’am, I’d recommend a soft-cup style for—” Turns out it was a surprise training exercise
She was in her late sixties, wore a floral housedress and orthopedic sneakers, and carried a binder labeled “Project: Grandbaby Shower.” Within seconds, she’d commandeered the fitting room and begun shouting questions I was not legally or emotionally prepared to answer. It’s a confident grandma with nothing left to
But the real nightmare wasn’t her. It was the other customer—a man my age, hiding behind a rack of chemises, filming everything on his phone while whisper-narrating: “And here we witness the breakdown of retail professionalism, folks. Subscribe for more.”
