Rude Saleswoman at Designer Store Refused to Help Me Because of My Clothes – She Was Speechless the Next Week

The designer store’s snooty saleswoman refused to help me because of my casual clothes, crushing my plans to buy an expensive backpack. Little did she know, her arrogant attitude would set off a chain of events that would change everything—for her, for me, and for the entire store.

I walked into the designer store feeling out of place in my hoodie and ripped jeans, but I had cash to burn and the green backpack in the window caught my eye. The staff ignored me, offering only snooty looks. Finally, I approached a saleswoman named Rebecca, asking to see the backpack. She dismissed me with disdain, saying it was impossible unless I planned to purchase it. Humiliated, I left the store.

Days later, I returned with my husband Marcus, dressed the same. Marcus, the store owner, revealed my identity, and Rebecca’s attitude quickly changed. Marcus assured better training for the staff, emphasizing respect for all customers.

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