Rainbow Apparel

I stop here periodically. That same elderly woman is the most tactless, classless, unprofessional piece of crap! She even talks about the customers right in front of them! She had something to say to the cashier in front of me because when she stepped away from the fitting room, I took the remaining two pieces into the cubicle. It was hot, the quarters small, and I am on the larger side– so having to get dressed every time to get clothing to try on is a pain. Store policy, in their defense: Only 3 items in at a time– being dressed in spandex shorts and a tank and on the older side of the usual customer base, it was quite clear I wouldn’t get away with stealing their priceless merch. Then she looks up and sees me in line, looks down, and mutters do you think she heard me??? Cunt is a correct description of her!
Update: Nov. 2014 The battle-​axe has not been seen in months! Yay!

Here’s a rich sample of wholesome treatment I recieved one Sunday:
I’m driving on Rt. 1 at 5:35 p.m. and decided to 411 and call them to ask about their Sunday hours. Better to call ahead then show up and have go to all the way home. The person I spoke with said they were open until 6:00 p.m. Great! So I have 20 or so minutes to shop. Excellent. So I arrive exactly at 5:40 p.m. and run to the back of the store where their shoes are. And by run, I mean QUICK. When I don’t have a ton of time, I access what looks good, try it on, GTFO. Simple as that. I’m not there for five seconds when an elderly woman standing a few yards away starts screaming, «store is closing in five minutes, everyone bring your purchases to the register». I’m confused at this point. It’s not even quarter till yet! So I keep on hurrying, try shoes on, taking them off. Real fast. I’m good at this trust me.
A minute later she started screaming again, the same shit. It was almost like someone was looping her voice on a recorder. At this point I’m seconds away from being done and starting to assemble what I plain on buying. However I got the feeling I was being watched, started at, etc. and I look up. Sure as shit this woman was boring holes into me, and not even in a telling manner — it was more like a death stare. And so I stared back. How fucking rude is that, I’m thinking until… you guessed it!
«THE STORE IS CLOSING NOW! GO TO THE REGISTER OR GET OUT.»
Me: «Can I help you? Any reason why you feel the need to stare at me? Is there a problem?»
Cunt: –Basically the same statement again.
Me: «Ok, I heard you the other 47 894 758 738 457 984 times. I get it.»
Cunt: «There’s no need for the attitude missy.»
Bad move.
Me: «Call me missy again, and I’ll plant your fucking face in the ground. I called here before coming all the way down, just to have the store shut down the second I walk in. Even after being told otherwise.»
Then she starts calling me a bitch and a smart ass (real classy) as I grab my purse to leave.
I took the six boxes of shoes I was going to buy and threw them on the ground. Have fun cleaning that up. I hope she enjoys making $ 6.30 per hour for the rest of her life, which I’m sure is only for a short time longer. Hahaha.