Today I was helping a family looking at polo shirts and sweaters for their friends and family as gifts. I come back to tell them I don’t have a size, and their baby son looks up at me, lifting his teddy bear trying to give it to me. I smile down at him and say, “Oh thank you, but it’s okay, you can keep your bear.”
So instead, he runs up to me and hugs my leg. His mother has to come pry him off, so I can check for another size in another sweater.
One of the rare occasions when working retail isn’t so bad.
Memoirs of a Retail Salesperson 