I went to Pages of Hackney to buy a present for a friend of mine who is a woman…read more
The person who served me (a woman in her mid-30s with long black hair) suggested a new book about feminism.
I said my friend wouldn't read a book about that subject.
Well - the clerk didn't take that lightly and said that no woman is uninterested in feminism. And it was probably me not liking the subject.
For the following 5 minutes, she behaved incredibly grumpy and was of no help. Ultimately, she went behind the counter and stopped helping me in the most unprofessional fashion.
I didn't give her nasty provocations any space and kept doing my thing. After all, I was there for my friend.
Eventually, I found an interesting title, paid and left.
On my way out, I noticed another book in the window that I thought would have been a much better choice. So I went straight back in and asked the lady if she knew anything about the book.
Unfortunately, she didn't. So, I grabbed my phone and checked the reviews online.
The woman didn't miss the opportunity to be nasty once again. And in a very snobbish and pseudo-intellectual way, she said, "Oh wow! So you trust reviews on Google?"
YO! I JUST ASKED YOU TO GIVE ME YOUR REVIEW OF THE BOOK, AND YOU KNOW NOTHING ABOUT THAT.
Of course, I will trust the reviews of a thousand people who read the book over your bloody ignorance. Don't you think?
GROW UP, GIRL.
I know it's hard. But it would help if you make an effort.
Grow the f* up!