Monday, May 14, 2012
The Right Side?
Starting shortly after noon today there was an influx of teenagers walking past my mall Customer Service desk, so I assumed that one of the nearby schools had an early dismissal day.
One of the teens, a beautiful willowy brunette who looked to be about 16, came up to me talking on her phone. Her shirt had an expensive-brand logo on the chest, and I bet her purse cost more than what I make in a week. I heard her say that she was at the mall, and then she thrust her phone at me, asking me to talk to her dad.
I started the conversation with my normal phone greeting…[Name of Mall] Customer Service and my name. The gentleman on the other end had a distinguished-sounding voice. He asked if his daughter was, indeed, at the mall. I answered that she was. He then proceeded to ask me my name (first AND last), and my job title. I felt like I was being grilled.
After he’d gotten all the information he needed, he thanked me and ended the call. I handed the phone back to the girl, who gave me a smile as she walked away. I didn't know if I should feel sorry for the girl or her father. Was he completely overbearing, or had she given him a reason not to trust her?