Ever had one of those days when someone just crosses the line and you just can’t let it slide? Well, grab your popcorn, because this is a tale of sweet, sweet revenge. My name is Thomas, and today you’re about to hear how I stood up for my wife, Emma, after a high-and-mighty store assistant dared to bring her to tears. Spoiler alert: It gets deliciously petty!
Emma, my wife, is a true fashionista. Her wardrobe could make the pages of Vogue weep with envy. And no, I’m not just saying that because I’m her husband. She literally lives and breathes fashion. Most days, she even picks out my outfits, and let me tell you—I look like the next James Bond every darn time!
For years, Emma’s been bouncing from one job to another—receptionist, nurse, you name it. But she always knew her heart belonged to fashion. Recently, she decided to dive into retail. Naturally, she thought working at a boutique could be the perfect fit. So, when she saw a “Now Hiring” sign at a well-known lingerie store, she waltzed right in. Big mistake.
Emma walked up to the sales assistant, bubbling with excitement. But the moment she tried to speak, the assistant—a woman with an attitude bigger than the Eiffel Tower—barely looked her way. When Emma finally asked about the job, the assistant gave her the nastiest up-and-down look and said, “Look, hun, I don’t think you’re pretty enough for this job. NO CHANCE. Don’t even try, okay?”
Heartbreaking, right?
Emma came home in tears, completely devastated. Seeing my wife like that lit a fire inside me. Nobody makes my Emma feel like she’s anything less than amazing. So, I decided it was time to teach that snooty assistant a lesson she’d never forget.
Enter: my genius plan.
Step one, call my friend Mike who works in the fashion industry. Mike heard what happened and was immediately on board. “That’s unbelievable, man. Of course, I’ll help. Let’s give her a taste of her own medicine,” he said.
Fast forward a few days. Dressed to the nines (thanks, Emma), I walked into that lingerie store. I made sure the same sales assistant was working. Pretending to browse, I waited until she was free. Then I turned on the charm and 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 demeanor changed instantly. She must’ve thought I was a big spender, her new best friend. “Absolutely, sir! We have a fantastic selection. What’s the occasion?” she asked, sweetness oozing from each word.
We spent the next few minutes with her suggesting various items, me pretending to be deeply interested. “How long have you been working here?” I asked, making small talk. “About six months,” she said, clearly thinking she was hot stuff. After about half an hour, I told her I needed to step outside to call my wife for her opinion. Instead of calling Emma, I called Mike.
Like a knight in shining armor, Mike arrived and walked into the store. He introduced himself to the assistant as “Mike Gladstone, a talent scout for a major fashion brand.” The assistant’s eyes nearly popped out of her head. “I’ve been looking for someone with a unique look and a great personality. Do you think you might have anyone like that here?” Mike said, glancing around the store.
The assistant, thinking her ship had finally come in, confidently said, “Well, I’ve been told I have a great look for this sort of thing.” Mike, barely holding back his laughter, gave her a once-over and replied, “I’m sorry, but I don’t think you quite fit what we’re looking for. We need someone who really stands out.”
The assistant looked crushed, like a deflated balloon. That’s when Mike turned to me and said, “What about you? You have an interesting look. Ever considered modeling?”
You should’ve seen the assistant’s face. She was shell-shocked! I smiled and replied, “No, but I do have someone in mind who’d be perfect for your campaign—my wife, Emma. She’s stunning, confident, and absolutely beautiful inside and out.”
Mike nodded, pretending to be impressed. “I’d love to meet her. Let’s set up an interview.”
I turned to the assistant, making sure she got the message. “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.”
Emma met with Mike later that week. Although she didn’t pursue modeling, the experience gave her a much-needed confidence boost. “It was AMAZING!” she beamed when she got home. “Mike was so kind and professional! He said I had real potential.”
“I told you, darling! You have everything it takes,” I said, hugging her tightly.
A week later, we walked past that lingerie store, hand in hand. I peeked through the window; the sales assistant looked like she was still recovering from the shock. “Want to go in and browse?” I teased. Emma laughed, shaking her head. “I’ve had enough of that store for a lifetime!”
And that, my friends, is how you turn the tables in the most glorious way possible. Sometimes the best revenge is not just a clever plan, but lifting up the ones you love. And trust me, seeing that assistant’s face was something I’ll cherish forever!
