So this little old lady wanders in and says she's looking for a dress. I show her around the store at a snail's pace, trying to match my shuffle to hers, and then deposit her in the dressing room, promising to check on her in a few minutes.
Suddenly there are more people in the store than my little co-worker and I can manage and we get stuck at the register for the next 30 minutes. I figure Grandma has left by now but I ask my manager to go back and check on her. Her daughter and granddaughter had since shown up and they were helping her now.
About 15 minutes later I go in to check on her and she opens the dressing room door in a dress 2 sizes too large, which is hanging off her poor little old lady body. I say "Oh dear, that's way too big, let's try on a smaller size". She says Ok and proceeds to take the dress off. In front of me. And the open door way. And the entire dressing room. And part of the hallway. And I wanted to die.
Fortunately her granddaughter stepped up to the plate and helped her out of the dress, closing the door slightly. Oh so very slightly. I happily
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About an hour later my manager says to me, "Oh by the way. Thanks a lot for making me check on that old lady. She totally flashed me in her granny panties and bra". I got a good chuckle out of that and was relieved that I wasn't the only one that had to endure the terrible vision that still haunts me to this day.