They told my wife: “You Are Not Pretty Enough to Work Here” I had to do something about it
My wife, Emma, decided to start looking for a job in retail, believing it would be a great fit for her interests. One day, while at the shopping center, she spotted a famous lingerie store with a “Now Hiring” poster outside. Excited about the opportunity, she walked in to inquire about the position. However, when she tried to approach the sales assistant, the woman didn’t even acknowledge her presence until Emma was practically in her face.
Emma asked how to apply for the job, and the assistant gave her a condescending look before delivering a cruel response: “I don’t think you’re pretty enough for this job. Don’t even bother trying.”
Emma came home in tears, absolutely devastated by the experience. Seeing her like that broke my heart, but soon, anger took over. Nobody, and I mean nobody, could treat my wife with such disrespect and get away with it. I knew I had to do something to make sure this assistant learned a lesson she wouldn’t forget.
Planning the Perfect Revenge
A few days later, I returned to the same lingerie store, making sure the same assistant was working. This time, I dressed sharply and carried myself with confidence, pretending to be a wealthy customer. As soon as I entered, the assistant, whose name tag read “Sophia,” greeted me with a smile that was entirely fake—completely different from how she had treated Emma.
“Good afternoon, sir. How can I assist you today?” she chirped.
I flashed a charming smile and told her I was looking for a special gift for my wife. Sophia eagerly began showing me various items, her attitude completely different from the dismissive behavior Emma had experienced. I pretended to be impressed, asking questions about the products, while silently fuming inside.
The Reveal
After about half an hour of browsing, I casually mentioned, “You know, my wife was here the other day. She was interested in applying for a job.”
Sophia’s expression faltered for a moment, but she quickly regained her composure. “Oh, really? That’s wonderful,” she replied, trying to maintain her professional demeanor.
“Yes,” I said, “but she left here very upset. She told me that someone in this store told her she wasn’t ‘pretty enough’ to work here.”
The color drained from Sophia’s face as she stammered, “Oh, um, I’m not sure who could’ve said that. We have very high standards, you see.”
“High standards?” I asked, raising an eyebrow. “Or just shallow ones?”
Sophia’s discomfort was obvious, but I wasn’t finished. “My wife is beautiful, inside and out. She didn’t deserve to be treated like that.”
By now, Sophia was visibly anxious, her eyes darting around as if searching for an escape. I leaned in slightly, lowering my voice. “I want to speak to your manager.”
Sweet Justice
Moments later, the manager, Lisa, arrived. She was composed and professional. I explained the entire situation, making sure she understood the insult and the impact it had on my wife. Lisa’s expression grew serious as she listened.
“I am so sorry this happened,” she said. “We do not tolerate such behavior. Sophia, please step into my office.”
Sophia’s face turned beet red as she followed Lisa to the back. I waited, knowing that justice was in motion. After a few minutes, Lisa returned and apologized profusely. She invited Emma to reapply, assuring me that she would receive a fair and respectful interview.
The Aftermath
When I got home, I told Emma everything. At first, she was hesitant, still hurt by the initial encounter, but I encouraged her to give it another chance. Reluctantly, she agreed.
A week later, Emma returned to the store for her interview. This time, she was warmly greeted by Lisa and the rest of the staff. Sophia was nowhere to be seen—she had been transferred to another branch, far away from us.
Emma got the job, and I made sure to visit her often, always with a smile. She flourished in her new role, her confidence growing with each passing day. As for Sophia, her transfer was the perfect conclusion to this chapter.
Now, Emma and I laugh about the incident, thankful for the lessons learned and the strength gained from it. No one will ever make her feel unworthy again, and I’ll always be there to ensure that.