Photo by Gabu-chan courtesy of Flickr
Attention shoppers,
Just because we work in retail or service, it doesn’t mean we’re pre-teens.
Don’t call us “girls” and “boys.” As in, “Give the chocolate bar to the girl so she can ring it in.”
We’re not children. We’re just poorly paid.
Thanks,
The Goat
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I’d bet the farm that you’ll hear “girl” a lot more often than you’ll hear “boy.”
Yup. Around here, I hear a lot more “nanny” than “billy,” for sure.
Boy, am I with you there. I worked retail for years and some customers made me get a tad postal. The last straw was when someone called me “little missy”.
So get this, I quit and start working as a Zookeeper. You would think- problem solved – right? Nooooo Way. Before my happy departure from my Zoo home I endured 32 years of sub-human creepoids pointing through the bars at me cleaning a cage to shout- “What kind if animal is that!” Year after year after year…..they never tired of it. Lesson learned- you can never under estimate the banality of the general public. One of my favorite questions asked was, “Say mister,” (I am quite & very obviously not a mister!), Can you tell how big that pig is? Sigh…you get my drift.
BYW- Speaking of goats, My last blog post was about them- I loved those guys at the Zoo. Most are far more intelligent than most humans and, I as I surmise in the post, they both have something to teach us and they could very well take over the world!