Hourly Snobs

How can someone who makes under $20/hour actually cop an attitude with customers who are spending the equivalent of their weekly salary in a single transaction?

You walk into a nice boutique shopping for someone special and need some help. The clerk quickly cases you to determine whether or not you deserve their time. Maybe I'm self-conscious but who the fuck are they?

I walk into Hermes looking for a scarf. The clerk helps me choose one and as I am paying I ask about a briefcase on display. Me, "That briefcase is very nice. How much is it?" Her, "34."

I immediately begin to think that she misunderstood my question and may have responded with a model number or color number. I ponder her response as she swipes my card and decide to ask her again. "How much is the tan briefcase over there in the display?" She looks as me with frustration and says, "34."

After spending $300 on a fucking scarf in this place I have run out of patience. I look had her with confusion and say, "34 what?" Her cold response was, "oh, 34 hundred."

I am 100% sure that this woman doesn't make $3400 in a single month! Yet she has the audacity to attempt to make me feel small-time.

I wish hourly retail workers would keep everyting in perspective.

Starbucks

This may not be new anymore but who is sick of the people in the Starbucks line ahead of you? It seems that the more adjectives you use to order your morning coffee determine how hip you are. For example, the little weasel with the messenger bag, "ah, grande, vanilla, skim, cappucino" or the recent college grad hottie, "venti, no whip, extra hot, half caf, skim, mocha latte."

This is starting to really bug me. What happened to, "medium black coffe?" I order this regularly and I'm treated like its my first time to ever have coffee cross my lips. Fellow customers look down at me and the barrista acknowledges that he is too good to make my basic request by turning down his nose and having the cashier pour my coffee.