My darling wife Emma decided that a career in retail would be the perfect fit for her hobbies and went on the lookout for one. One day when she was at the mall, she noticed that a well-known lingerie company was hiring; the news was displayed on a sign outside the store. Excited, Emma went into the store and tried to strike up a conversation with the sales clerk. However, the assistant ignored her until she was practically standing in front of her. Emma received a mocking glance from the sales assistant, who stated, “Look, I don’t think you’re pretty enough for this job.” Emma then inquired about how to apply for the position.
NOT A CHANGE. Never even try it. Emma came home crying because she was in such pain. It broke my heart to see her like that. But suddenly fury triumphed. Really, no one can treat my wife that way and get away with it. I resolved to teach the sales assistant a lesson she would never forget.Planning the Perfect Counterattack A few days later, I made sure the same assistant was there when I went to the same lingerie store and pretended to be a big customer. I exuded confidence and richness and looked wonderfully put together. As soon as I walked in, the sales assistant—whose name tag stated “Sophia”—gave me a false smile; her demeanor was quite different from how she treated Emma. “Good afternoon, sir. She gave a brief rendition of “How can I help you today?” I put on my finest grin and told her I was looking for a special gift for my wife. Quite the opposite of her previous animosity, Sophia happily began showing me lots of stuff. I listened carefully and tried to look impressed, but I was silently furious inside. I asked her questions about the best-selling books, the resources, and the quality, hoping to keep her occupied.The Reveal After reading for about thirty minutes, I made the casual remark, “You know, my wife was here the other day.” She was attempting to find work. Sophia’s face briefly lit up with recognition, but she quickly covered it up. “Oh really? How wonderful,” she muttered, trying to maintain a formal manner. Yes, I replied, but when she arrived home, she was furious. She told me that someone had told her she wasn’t “pretty enough” to work here at the company. Sophia’s face become completely colorless. She muttered, “Oh, um, I’m not sure who would have said that.” As you can see, our standards are pretty high. Are you expecting too much? I repeated, raising an eyebrow. “Or just the ones that are obvious?” I could see she was in pain, but my work was far from done. You see, my wife also has a beautiful interior. She also didn’t deserve to be treated thus humiliatingly.Sophia looked everywhere, trying to find a way out. I leaned in a little and lowered my voice. “I want to speak with your manager,” Joyful Equity Lisa, the manager, arrived on time and was a well-dressed woman. I recounted the entire tale once more, emphasizing the offense and its impact on my spouse. Lisa’s expression became more serious as she listened. “I’m very sorry to hear about this,” she remarked. “We oppose this kind of behavior. Sophia, please come into my office. Sophia’s face turned a vibrant red as she fell in behind Lisa. I waited calmly, knowing that my revenge was already in motion. After a little while, Lisa reappeared, apologizing profusely and sincerely inviting Emma to reapply. “We’ll make sure she gets a fair and kind interview,” Lisa reassured him. The Effects When I came home, I told Emma everything. She was first afraid to try again because she was still hurt from the first encounter, but I encouraged her to do so. Reluctantly, she caved in. A week later, Emma came back to the store for her interview. She was greeted warmly by Lisa and the other staff members this time. Sophia had disappeared from sight. I made it a point to see Emma often, and always with a smile, once she was hired. She performed well in her new role and grew more self-assured every day. Sophia was relocated to an isolated branch far from our location. Justice was served. Emma and I joke around about it a lot now that I’m appreciative of the experience’s resiliency and lesson learned. I would always be there for her, making sure she never felt undeserving again.
