Between high school registration for my rising 9th grader and band night for my rising 6th grader (I know! I can’t believe it either) I had some time to kill. So we headed to the G Boutique. (You know that’s Goodwill, right? Good.)
I love Goodwill. It’s where we do the majority of our shopping. The hubs goes through work pants like there’s no tomorrow. Why buy them brand new for $20 a pair when I can buy them at Good will for $3.50?
Knowing that I was headed to the Goodwill, the hubs asked me to look for shorts and polo shirts for him… because he needed them for the cruise.
Yes. We’re going in 9 days. You don’t wait until the last minute to get clothes?
Actually, that’s not quite last minute. I don’t know that I have anything to wear either. I’ll probably be heading back this week!
So Thing 3 and I are looking through the shorts and the polos and we find quite a bunch for both Thing 1 and the hubs PLUS a really cute pair of shoes for me and make our way to the checkout.
As we’re standing in line, we make small talk with the man behind us because that’s what I do when I’m stuck in line. As we’re bring rung up the man behind us sees our massive amount of shorts that we’ve purchased and comments on our brilliance for purchasing shorts in the off season.
“There aren’t any men’s shorts here in the summer,” he says.
“You’re right! We’ve been here looking. Fortunately, we’re going on a cruise and my husband’s shorts from last year don’t fit.”
Now here’s where I need you to pay close attention to the next line uttered by the cashier. (Is that politically correct? Cashier? Who knows anymore.)
“On a cruise?” the cashier questions before continuing, “Sounds to me like he needs to go on a diet.”
And with that he proceeded to bag the last of our items before giving me the total.
I was dumbfounded. (And that takes alot.)
First off, you don’t bash my husband.
(Only I can do that.)
Secondly, what made him think that when I said his shorts from last year don’t fit him that they were too small?
I didn’t say anything – speechless, even (I know, can you believe it?) as I walked out of the store.
The more I thought about it, the more upset I got.
And so here’s my quandary…
Do I say something to the store manager or just let it go? While I understand the principal behind Goodwill, I also feel like there is a line…
…and he crossed it.
Until next time…