A store assistant dared to bring my wife to tears by being cruel, all because my spouse sought employment at the establishment where she worked. After hearing my wife’s tale, I took action to ensure the assistant would think twice before mistreating anyone else again.
This is a story of sweet revenge! My name is Thomas, and my wife, Emma, has always had an impeccable eye for fashion. Her wardrobe is a testament to her exquisite taste. Most days, she even dresses me—not because I’m sexist and think it’s her job, but because she loves doing it, and I always look fantastic. No complaints here!
For years, Emma worked various jobs—receptionist, nurse (though that was short-lived), and even an artist. But she never truly found her place. Recently, she decided to turn her passion for fashion into a career and started actively seeking retail jobs.
One day, she came home emotional, recounting her experience. She was at a shopping center when she noticed a famous lingerie store with a “Now Hiring” sign. Excited, she went inside to inquire, only to be met with a rude sales assistant who didn’t even glance her way until she was directly in front of her.
Emma, still enthusiastic, asked about the job application process. The assistant looked her up and down with a sneer and said, “Look, hun, I don’t think you’re pretty enough for this job. No chance. Don’t even try, okay?”
Emma was heartbroken. I had never seen her so devastated. Wrapping my arms around her, I tried to console her. “My love, don’t let her get to you. You’re beautiful and talented. You’re worth so much more than her words,” I said softly. But seeing her so dejected made me furious. No one should treat my Emma that way and get away with it!
I decided to teach that sales assistant a lesson she’d never forget. Over the next few days, I concocted a plan. I reached out to my friend Mike, who works in the fashion industry, and he was more than willing to help. “That’s unbelievable, man. Of course, I’ll help. Let’s give her a taste of her own medicine,” Mike said.
I dressed well, with Emma’s help, and headed back to the lingerie store. I had made sure the same sales assistant was working that day. Pretending to browse, I waited for the perfect moment. When the store had only a few customers, I approached her with a friendly smile.
“Hello, I’m looking to buy something special for my wife. Could you help me pick out a few things?” I asked. Her attitude changed immediately. Seeing a potential big sale, she became attentive and started showing me various items.
“Absolutely, sir! We have a fantastic selection. What’s the occasion?” she asked sweetly. “Just a surprise for my wife. I want to get her something really special,” I replied.
“Great! How about this piece? It’s one of our most popular items,” she suggested, holding up a delicate lace set. “Do you think this would look good on her?” I asked, examining the lingerie. “Oh, definitely! It’s one of our best sellers. Your wife will love it,” she assured me.
“Can you show me a few more options? I want to make sure I get the perfect one,” I said, keeping her engaged. As she showed me more pieces, I made small talk. “So, how long have you been working here?” I inquired.
“About six months,” she replied. “It’s a great job if you have the right look for it.” I nodded, pretending to be interested. “That’s interesting. Do they hire often?”
“Only when they really need someone. They’re picky about who they bring on,” she said with a hint of pride.
After about thirty minutes, I told her I needed to step outside to call my wife for her opinion on one of the items. Instead of calling Emma, I called Mike. He arrived quickly to enact his part of the plan.
We walked back into the store together. Mike approached the sales assistant and introduced himself. “Hi there,” he began, extending his hand. “I’m Mike Gladstone, a talent scout for a major fashion brand.”
He acted impressed with the store, hinting it was a great place to find fresh talent. “I’ve been looking for someone with a unique look and a great personality. Do you think you might have anyone like that here?”
The assistant’s eyes widened with excitement. “Oh, really? Well, I’ve been told I have a great look for this sort of thing,” she said, thinking this was her big break. Mike gave her a critical once-over and shook his head.
“I’m sorry, but I don’t think you quite fit what we’re looking for,” he replied. “We need someone who stands out in the right way, you understand?” The assistant looked utterly crushed.
Before she could respond, Mike turned to me. “What about you?” he asked, gesturing towards me. “You have an interesting look. Have you ever considered modeling?” The assistant’s jaw dropped.
I smiled and replied, “No, but I do have someone in mind who would be perfect for your campaign. My wife, Emma. She’s stunning, confident, and absolutely beautiful inside and out.”
Mike nodded enthusiastically. “I’d love to meet her. Let’s set up an interview.” I turned to the assistant, who was now pale and visibly shaken. Looking straight into her eyes, I said, “You know, it’s funny how perceptions can be so misleading. Maybe next time, you’ll think twice before judging someone based on their looks.”
As we walked out, I could feel the assistant’s eyes burning into my back. Emma met with Mike later, and although she didn’t pursue modeling, the experience gave her a much-needed confidence boost.
“So, how did it go?” I asked when she came back. “It was amazing! Mike was so kind and professional!” she beamed. “He said I had real potential.”
“I told you, darling! You have everything it takes,” I replied, hugging her tightly. That evening, we sat down for dinner, reflecting on the events. “I can’t believe you did all that for me,” she said, holding my hand across the table.
“I’d do anything for you, my love. No one gets to make you feel less than you are,” I said firmly.
A week later, we were back at the shopping center. This time, Emma walked with newfound confidence. As we passed by the lingerie store, I couldn’t help but glance inside. The sales assistant was there, looking as if she was still recovering from the shock.
“Want to go in and browse?” I teased Emma. She laughed, shaking her head. “I’ve had enough of that store for a lifetime!” We continued walking, hand in hand, knowing that sometimes, the best revenge isn’t just a clever plan. It’s lifting up the ones you love and helping them see their true worth.
So, that’s my story. Sometimes, the best way to handle things is to make someone realize how wrong they were in the most public and humiliating way possible. And trust me, seeing the look on that sales assistant’s face was something I’ll remember forever!
