gentlemanghost

So, if the average clientele at No Fear wasn't bad enough, we now have this nasty, skanky, stuck up stripper that comes into the store nearly every day. Typically, whenever I ask if she needs help finding a size or anything, I get a really short and nasty reply, so I steer clear of her. The other day however, she comes into the store when I'm there by myself and stays for like two hours. Every 20 minutes or so, I walk over to her just to make sure that she is finding everything ok. There are two reasons I was doing this, first because it's my job, and second because I was really getting tired of her walking around and messing up my store. Eventually she buys like a clearance t-shirt and leaves. I didn't think anything of it, but the next day she comes in just before I'm scheduled to come into work and starts talking to this asshole I work with. According to my manager the two of them just start talking all sorts of shit about me and right before she checks out, this nasty stripper calls my manager over to tell him that last time she was in the store I followed her around and did nothing but hit on her. Now, sure, I've flirted with customers before, I won't deny that, but only when I get along with them ok. I had never said a single thing to this lady that could be construed as me 'hitting on' her. This guy she was talking with has caused problems for me before and I get the feeling that he really provoked her into doing this. It's upsetting because, honestly, I'm just trying to do my job, and he is making that increasingly difficult.

I suppose I shouldn't be too upset. He is morbidly obese and spends most of time either smoking cigarettes or sucking fast food into his bottomless vacuum of a stomach. The way I see it, there is only so much more his greasy arteries can take right?