Another slow Sunday has rolled around. As usual, I'm working. Sundays aren't bad. I spend a lot of time walking around the store or sitting at my desk. Customers wander by occasionally and I'll talk to them. So far this week, my sales are great, I'll probably end with around $12,000, which isn't bad for a part-time associate.
I did have to deal with a white racist yesterday. After putting some returns away, I found a large, very white woman standing by the flooring desk waiting for my associate to finish up with the customer he was working with, so I asked if she needed assistance. She'd been in the day before to purchase flooring only there had been a problem with her credit card. Yesterday, she was going to pay by check. She claimed the other associate had made mistakes on her bill: he hadn't included the delivery charge, so the total was wrong. Actually, her bill was correct. There was nothing wrong. When my fellow associate finished with his customer, he asked if there was a problem. She looked at him and rudely said, "I'm dealing with this gentleman, now." He said, "okay," and walked away. As I was printing off her bill, she leaned forward and said, "I'm so glad I got to deal with you today." Instead of pointing out her racism, I sent her to the Service Desk to pay for her flooring. The associated she didn't want to deal with is a Pakistani. When I told him what she'd said, he replied, "it's the skin." Of course, I knew that.
Here's a rather obscure photo of me from 2001 in a money booth, of all places. My friend Betsy is watching me not really try to catch dollar bills because most of them were fake.