He knocked on the door. "Lingerie department? How can I help you?"
Not just any customer, but Mrs. Johnson, the wife of his boss.
John let out a sigh of relief. It was just a stocking issue. He carefully opened the door and peeked inside. the lingerie salesman s worst nightmare new
But despite his expertise, John had one major flaw: he was terrified of accidentally walking in on a customer in the dressing room. He had heard horror stories from other sales associates about finding a customer in a compromising position, and he had always taken great care to avoid such situations.
As he beat a hasty retreat, John couldn't help but wonder how his day could get any worse. He knocked on the door
John's eyes widened in shock, and he let out a little gasp.
Mrs. Johnson spun around, her face bright red with embarrassment. "Oh my god!" she exclaimed, grabbing a nearby robe to cover herself. Johnson, the wife of his boss
John stumbled backward, tripping over his own feet. "I'm so sorry, Mrs. Johnson!" he stuttered. "I'll just...uh...get someone else to help you."