All I wanted was a simple dress for my son Andrew’s wedding. But what started as a routine shopping trip turned into an unforgettable experience when a rude young clerk mocked me and even snatched my phone. Just when I thought things couldn’t get worse, the store owner appeared—and what she did next left everyone in the store speechless.
I’m 58, widowed for three years, and still learning to handle life on my own. With only two weeks before Andrew’s big day, I finally decided to find something special to wear. After trying several stores without success, I walked into a small boutique where the dresses looked perfect elegant and timeless.But the young woman behind the counter was anything but professional.