A Busy Night of Retail

By Ashley Crisp

Fitting rooms full of clothes hangers tangle like vines in a tropical rainforest. If only I could run behind palm leaves and hide from bitchy customers who complain about wrinkles in their already ruffled dresses. A young girl comes in the glass doors as the chime dings. She approaches the front desk to ask for an application. I want to tell her run for the hills and never return, but I hand her the form. She looks up at me confused as if I have a booger on my nose. The girl returns the application. I skim through it and think it looks empty. I take it to my manager and say puzzled, “She forgot to fill out her education in the middle section.” My manager looks up at me and says cheerfully, “This is a credit card application and the ‘education’ section says cosigner.”