The Lingerie Salesman S Worst Nightmare [Cross-Platform]

I tried to flee to the stockroom. The door was locked from the inside. A tiny note taped to it read: “Welcome to your worst nightmare. Love, Karen from HR.”

Turns out it was a surprise training exercise on “handling extreme customer scenarios.” I passed—barely. But to this day, I flinch whenever I see a floral dress and a three-ring binder. The Lingerie Salesman S Worst Nightmare

She was in her late sixties, wore a floral housedress and orthopedic sneakers, and carried a binder labeled “Project: Grandbaby Shower.” Within seconds, she’d commandeered the fitting room and begun shouting questions I was not legally or emotionally prepared to answer. I tried to flee to the stockroom

I swallowed. “Ma’am, I’d recommend a soft-cup style for—” I’d recommend a soft-cup style for—”