Oh my, this thread is priceless. I worked retail throughout college and grad school and am now in public service, I could get a 3-page thread of my very own.
I worked in a non-designer clothing store at the top moneymaking mall in America (who wants to guess what it is...hint, it's not Dadeland, Woodfield, King of Prussia, or Mall of America). You would not BELIEVE the number of women who approached me at the cash wrap carrying Louis Vuitton purses, wearing shoes that cost more than my car payment, and enough jewelry that if I stole it and sold it, I could pay my rent for a year, and said "Can I have a discount?" for no apparant reason. What for? Why are people with a ton of money always the first in line for a discount?
I worked for a large national lingerie shop during my breaks in college, and one summer we had this guy who called every day and said "What are you wearing." Also teenage boys would crank-call the store. Like we were impressed. And then there was the group of older teenage boys who had someone's 4-year-old sister come in by herself
and ask me first for a catalog and then for thong underwear. I said to her "Sweetie, are you here with some boys?" She said yes, and I said "Well, I need you to go out there and tell them that if they want something, they need to come in here and ask for it themselves, okay?"
And then there was the guy who, upon our opening on Sunday afternoon, came running into the library at top speed to make sure he could get on a computer. I wouldn't sign him up until he walked back to the door and WALKED to the reference desk. He could have tripped on some little kid and really hurt them, you know? He got mad at me and said "Is that some kind of law? I don't like the way you're treating me!" Fine, then leave. Please, if I had a nickel for every person that complained about the library's rules, I could open my OWN library.
I'll stop there.