Never send a man.. Period.
(A male customer is in the feminine hygiene aisle and has requested to speak to a female employee.)
Me: “Hi, can I help you with something?”
Customer: *obviously embarrassed* “I need some ‘female products’.”
Me: “Okay, you’re in the right place. This is all our selection.”
Customer: “Really?” *points to the pads* “I don’t think these will work. They all look so small.”
Me: “Well, most women prefer that. But if you want something different, the tampons are right here as well.”
Customer: “Oh, gross. No, I would rather these but bigger, so they’ll work.”
Me: “This is really all we have.”
Customer: “Hmm, what about some diapers or something like that? Do you have those?”
Me: “What? Do you mean baby diapers? Sir, I really don’t think that’s what you want.”
Customer: “You’re right, they probably cost twice as much anyways. I think I’m going to tell my wife to come in after work and figure this out herself.”
Me: “I think that’s a very good idea, sir.”
