Rich Karen demands a discount because her kid might have a terminal illness.

So I'm in my early 20s and I work part-time retail at a beauty supply store to supplement

my disability income. I just went through a nine-month long battle with a very aggressive

form of leukemia, which for anyone who isn't familiar with it is a blood disease,

and in 2013 this included daily infusions of arsenic and chemotherapy, and even though there isn't

a cure, it can be controlled with oral chemos, now that I'm past the first year, but I will

be weakened and immune compromised for many years, if not the rest of my life. And I'll probably have to be on

these medicines for the rest of my life as well. Earlier today, I had a lady come in, and just by the

look of her and how she acted, you could tell she was going to be self-entitled and somewhat

rude at best. She was overly tan with bleach blonde hair, super long bright pink acrylics,

Chanel bag and drove a Mercedes. She goes directly for our selection of hair extensions

and browses for a few minutes. She was talking loudly on her cell phone the whole time,

and didn't even acknowledge my greeting as she ended the store. She then starts snapping her fingers at me to get my attention.

Snapping her fingers like I'm a dog.

I guess she couldn't be bothered to tear herself away from her riveting conversation

about why her friend's co-worker's boyfriend was having lunch with another woman to speak to me

like, you know, an actual human. I walk over to her

and politely ask what she needs help with. She wants me to unlock all of our hair products so she can

browse as she likes. We keep it locked because a lot of it is over a hundred bucks and it's a high

theft item. I told her I wasn't allowed to do that, but if there was any color she wanted to look

at, I'd be happy to unlock it for her. And also, we have a ring full of full-length swatches

that she's welcome to look at as well. Of course, she starts huffing and giving me dirty looks,

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