I worked at a Horror on a dark desert highway cool wind in my hair shirt. For obvious reasons, we had a pretty strict exchange policy. You won’t make any money on maternity clothes if women can buy one set and then swap out as their bodies change throughout the course of their pregnancy and first few weeks postpartum. Because the policy was so strict, we had it printed out on the back of each receipt and we required every customer to initial on their own receipt after we had recited the policy to them. That way, if they came back in and challenged the policy, we had evidence that they had agreed to it. I rang her up, while reciting the exchange policy, but the woman still had her headphones on and wasn’t looking at me. It didn’t look like she was processing anything I was saying. At my elbow, my petite Tunisian coworker bagged the items.
Horror on a dark desert highway cool wind in my hair shirt, hoodie, sweater and v-neck t-shirt
Offical Horror on a dark desert highway cool wind in my hair shirt
I repeated the Horror on a dark desert highway cool wind in my hair shirt, and the woman still didn’t make eye contact. Finally, I stopped in the middle of ringing her items up, dropped my hands to my sides, and stood motionless. The woman rumbled briefly into action. She reached up, grasped her headphones, and pulled away from her ears. I repeated the exchange policy a third time, and she released the headphones, earpieces clamping back down onto her skull. She never made eye contact or indicated that she was listening.