I work at a large university where my customers are generally pretty pleasant. But I am downright sick of a certain kind of customer I get. I can describe them to a T. Tall, painfully thin (probably wears some unrealistic size like a “0”), wearing low-rise jeans and a flimsy halter top, with or without a pierced navel, overpriced, ugly Gucci or Louis Vuitton (sp?) handbag with matching wallet. Overall appearance screams “Mommy-and-daddy-paid-out-the-nose-for-me-to-come-here-and-take-some-course-I’ll-fail-because-I’ll-be-out-drinking-and-partying-instead-of-studying”.
Before I get misunderstood, it’s not just the look of them I have a problem with. It’s the attitude that comes with the look most of the time. Granted, not all the girls who conform to this look have a bad attitude. I get some regular customers like this who are very kind and polite, and they are excluded from this rant.
Here’s the problem. I’m 5’3", with a stocky muscular build that makes me look fat, but I’m solid. I mountain bike 40 mins. a day and walk 30 mins. a day. I’m in real good shape, but unfortunately I don’t look it from first glance. I also have a large chest which adds to the appearance of being fat. I also have a plain-jane kinda face. I can look good with makeup, but when I’m at work I can’t look like I’m going out clubbing.
Whenever I have to serve one of these customers, I’m always friendly, as is my obligation. They stand there with a snooty “I’m better than you” look on their face, not smiling, barely responding to anything I say. I’m pretty good at reading people by body language, and I know they’re thinking, “Look at this fat, short, ugly girl, how disgusting, she’s nothing compared to me.” One even sneered at me once when she came up to the counter and saw me, and delicately handed her money over making sure not to touch me, as if I was diseased. I would have loved to have socked her right in her smarmy little mouth.
To these bitches I say: Listen, cunt, your supermodel looks aren’t going to last forever. Someday you’ll be a nasty, old hag. Just because you look like you walked off a fashion runway doesn’t make you superior to me. Keep in mind that I could knock you down with no problem. Your anorexic little limbs are pretty useless for fighting with. It’s not too hard to be nice to someone who’s already being nice to you.