A store employee dared to make my wife cry just because she applied for a job there. I couldn’t let that slide. Here’s how I set things straight and made sure that rude assistant learned a lesson.
This is a thrilling tale of sweet, satisfying revenge! My name is Thomas, and my wife, Emma, has an impeccable sense of style. Her fashion sense is top-notch, and she always dresses beautifully. Emma keeps up with the latest trends—not that I’m biased or anything!
She even picks out my clothes most of the time. And no, it’s not because I’m a sexist who thinks it’s her job. She genuinely loves it, and I always look amazing because of her!
For years, Emma didn’t pursue her true passion. She worked various jobs, from receptionist to part-time artist, but nothing felt right.
Recently, Emma decided to chase her dream of working in fashion. She began applying for retail jobs, thinking it would be a perfect fit for her interests.
One day, she came home teary-eyed and told me what happened. Emma had spent the afternoon at the mall, where she saw a “Now Hiring” sign at a popular lingerie store. Excited, she went in to inquire about the job, but her excitement quickly turned to shock.
As soon as Emma approached the sales assistant, the woman’s face turned cold. My wife asked about the application process, and the assistant looked her up and down before sneering, “Look, sweetie, you’re not pretty enough for this job. NOT A CHANCE. Don’t even bother trying.”
Emma came home in tears. Seeing her so devastated broke my heart. I hugged her tightly and said, “Don’t let her get to you, my love. You’re talented and beautiful. Her words mean nothing.”
“But why would she say that?” Emma cried. “I just wanted to apply for a job.”
“She’s just a small-minded person,” I reassured her. But I was furious. No one gets away with making my wife feel this way.
I decided to take action. Over the next few days, I formulated a plan. I called my friend Mike, who works in the fashion industry, and explained the situation. Mike was eager to help.
“Unbelievable,” he said. “Of course, I’ll help. Let’s give her a taste of her own medicine.”
A few days later, my plan was set. I dressed sharply, with Emma’s help, and returned to the lingerie store. I made sure the rude assistant was working that day. Pretending to browse, I waited for the right moment.
When the store was quiet, I approached the assistant with a warm smile. “Hey, I want to get something special for my wife. Can you help me pick out a few items?”
Seeing a potential sale, her attitude changed instantly. She began showing me different pieces. “Yes, sir! We have a great selection. What’s the occasion?”
“Just a surprise for my wife,” I said, acting thoughtful. “I want to get her something really special.”
As she showed me more items, I kept her engaged in conversation. “So, how long have you worked here?” I asked.
“About six months,” she replied. “It’s a great job if you have the right look.”
I nodded, pretending to be interested. “Do they hire often?”
“Only when they really need someone. They’re picky about who they hire,” she said, sounding proud.
After about thirty minutes, I told her I needed to check with my wife about one of the items and stepped outside. Instead, I called Mike, who was ready for his part of the plan.
Together, we walked back into the store. Mike approached the assistant and introduced himself. “Hi there, I’m Mike Gladstone, a talent scout for a major fashion brand.”
The assistant’s eyes widened with excitement. “Oh really? I’ve been told I have a great look for this kind of thing,” she said.
Mike shook his head. “I’m sorry, but you’re not quite what we’re looking for. We need someone who really stands out.”
Before she could respond, Mike turned to me. “What about you?” he said. “You have an interesting look. Ever thought about modeling?”
The assistant was stunned. “No, but I know someone perfect for your campaign,” I replied, smiling. “My wife, Emma. She’s beautiful inside and out, confident, and stylish.”
Mike nodded enthusiastically. “I’d love to meet her. Let’s set up a meeting.”
I turned to the assistant, who looked pale and shaken. “Funny how appearances can be deceiving, isn’t it? Maybe next time, you’ll think twice before judging someone based on their looks.”
As we left, I could feel the assistant’s eyes burning into my back. Emma met with Mike, and although she decided not to pursue modeling, the experience boosted her confidence.
When she got home from the meeting, I asked, “So, how did it go?”
“It was amazing! Mike was so professional and kind,” she beamed. “He said I had real potential.”
“I told you, my love! You have what it takes,” I said, hugging her tightly.
A week later, we went back to the mall. Emma walked with newfound confidence. As we passed the lingerie store, I peeked inside. The assistant still looked rattled.
“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 walked on, hand in hand, knowing that sometimes the best revenge is helping those you love realize their worth.
That’s my story. Sometimes, the best way to right a wrong is to make someone see just how wrong they were. And believe me, I’ll never forget the look on that sales assistant’s face!
Though fictionalized for artistic purposes, this story draws inspiration from real people and events. Names, characters, and details have been changed for privacy and narrative enhancement. Any resemblance to actual people or events is purely coincidental. The publisher and author disclaim all liability for any misinterpretation and make no claims regarding the accuracy of the events or character portrayals. This narrative is presented “as is,” with the characters’ opinions being their own.
