THIS IS MY WIFE, AND RECENTLY, A SALES ASSISTANT TOLD HER THAT SHE WASN’T “PRETTY ENOUGH” TO WORK IN THEIR STORE – I RETURNED THERE A FEW DAYS LATER FOR THE PERFECT REVENGE My beloved wife, Emma, decided to start looking for a job in retail, thinking it would be the perfect fit for her interests. One day, while at the shopping center, she saw that a famous lingerie shop was hiring, as advertised on a poster outside the store. Emma excitedly went into the store and tried to speak to the sales assistant. However, the assistant ignored her until she was practically right in her face. Emma asked how she could apply for the job, and the sales assistant looked her up and down with a sneer before delivering the blow: “Look, I don’t think you’re pretty enough for this job. NO CHANCE. Don’t even try.” Emma came home in tears, absolutely devastated. My heart broke seeing her like that. But then, anger took over. Nobody, and I mean nobody, can treat my wife like that and get away with it. I decided I was going to teach that sales assistant a lesson she would never forget. A few days later, I went to the same lingerie store, making sure that the same assistant was there, and pretended to ⬇️

A store assistant made my wife cry when she applied for a job, claiming she wasn’t “pretty enough.” This upset me, so I decided to teach the assistant a lesson.

My wife Emma loves fashion and has impeccable taste. Despite working various jobs, she always dreamed of a retail career. Recently, she decided to pursue this passion.

One day, she saw a “Now Hiring” sign at a famous lingerie store. Excited, she inquired inside but was met with, “Look, hun, I don’t think you’re pretty enough for this job. NO CHANCE. Don’t even try, okay?” Emma was heartbroken and in tears when she got home.

Seeing her devastated made me furious. I reached out to my friend Mike in the fashion industry for help. We devised a plan.

I went to the store, pretending to be a customer looking for lingerie for my wife. The assistant, eager for a sale, became attentive. After engaging her for a while, I stepped out to call Mike.

Mike arrived and introduced himself as a talent scout. He assessed the assistant and then dismissed her, saying,

“I don’t think you quite fit what we’re looking for.” He turned to me, suggesting I could be a model and praised my wife, Emma, as perfect for a campaign. The assistant was visibly shocked.

Later, Emma met with Mike, and although she didn’t pursue modeling, the experience boosted her confidence.

A week later, we walked past the store, Emma holding her head high. Sometimes, the best revenge is lifting up the ones you love and helping them see their true worth.

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