My husband and I married when our financial circumstances were far less than what they are today. Therefore we had a wedding on a beer budget and while it was a lovely day, we cut a lot of corners. One of those was in our wedding band. I chose a very inexpensive, thin band that cost very little. Four years later, the band cracked and broke-possibly because I had insisted on wearing it throughout my recent pregnancy even as my fingers reached sausage-like proportions. Inexpensive or not, I was devastated as it was the ring that made me my husband’s wife and the sentimental value was far higher than the monetary one.
As things had improved for us financially, my husband wanted to buy me a nicer band and so we went to a jewelry store that, while a chain store, has a local reputation for being upscale and very customer service oriented. We were waited on by a wonderful older man who not only spent ample time showing us our options but also offered to repair my broken ring free of charge so that I could wear it on a chain and continue to keep it close. He was a wonderful sales person. However, his co-worker, in my opinion, deserves residency in e-Hell.
As I mentioned earlier, we had a young baby. We had her with us during the entire transaction. I do recall now hearing the lady behind the counter sniff loudly and even got a bit of a glare from her bit I assumed it was because I had brought my 2 month old into her store. I honestly understood her feelings and if I’d felt my daughter was being disruptive I would have left but she was asleep in her baby carrier the entire time we were in the store. It was only when I was trying on a few bands to decide the style I liked best that she made her true feelings known.
“Better late than never, huh?” She said. I wasn’t sure she was talking to me but when I looked up she was gesturing to my sleeping daughter. I was so shocked I said nothing but she continued, “No one seems to wait anymore. Oh well, guess you’re doing the right thing now.”
She wandered off, unaware of the stunned trio-myself, my husband and her co-worker-she’d left in her wake. If not for the excellent service the clerk who helped is had already supplied I would have left immediately. Whether or not my child-or anyone else’s- was born out of wedlock was not her concern. 0411-11
This is one of those situations in that while etiquette allows each person to have an opinion on a matter , following etiquette would have prevented the public revelation that the sales woman has a perverse predisposition for making incorrect presumptions. Etiquette is your friend when you tempted to behave like an idiot.
Unless one’s opinions are actively solicited regarding another person’s personal affairs, there really is no good time to spew negative opinions about another person unbidden, particularly someone with which one has the barest of relationships.