Rudeness

(EM walks past two custs who are at the bottom of the stairs. EM has an armful of bras)
Cust: are you busy?!
EM: I'm just helping someone but I'll be with you as soon as I can...
(EM drops off the bras)
EM: ok, how can I help?
Cust: she wants all the bikinis you have in a 38e
EM: ok...
Cust 2: I only want the ones with stuff in them (pinches her fingers together)
EM: ok... So moulded ones?
Cust 2: yeah... I don't want none of those that don't have shape...
EM: ok, I'll go and have a look...
(EM gets the two that are on stock)

Later...

Cust 2: (to her friend in the changing room) is this all they have!?!


(VG is talking to a man who is sat waiting for his wife)
Cust: (from changing rooms) excuse me, can I have some help?... EXCUSE ME! CAN I HAVE SOME HELP?!
VG: (sharply) I'll be there in a minute! (to man) sorry, I've got to go and help...
(VG goes to cust)
VG: what can I do for you?
Cust: I've cut my finger and I need a plaster...
VG: oh ok... (Cust has a tiny pin prick)
Cust: I don't want to bleed over the bras!
VG: I'll go and get you one...
(in stockroom)
VG: I've just been really rude to someone...
EM: really?!
VG: yeah, she shouted excuse me to me and I kinda snapped at her... She cut her finger and she wanted a plaster, there was a tiny spot of blood...
EM: what is she? A haemophiliac? Couldn't she have just sucked her finger?
VG: we don't have any plasters with arsenic in them do we?
EM: no...
VG: well, I'm being as nice as pie to her now as its that awkward point where we both realise we have been rude... I always look out for her though as she was the one who complained to head office when we ran out of tissue paper...
EM: really!? Can't she live if her bras are not wrapped?!