Bridal Shop - Part Two (not as exciting, but you'll get closure)

Just a week until the date of my nuptials, the bridal shop called.  I was told that the bridesmaids dresses were ready for all of the bridesmaids.  Great!  My maid of honor and I went together to get hers.  We got there and Brainiac was working that day.  “Hi, we’re here to pick up my dress.” Amanda said.  She stated my name and the date of the wedding.  Brainiac found the information and went to the back to retrieve the dress.  At least ten minutes passed when she finally got back to us.  A look of confusion covered her face. “I’m sorry, we don’t have a dress for you.”  Now, I was never a bridezilla, but this was one of the first of many incidents that made me want to turn into one.  Amanda tried to say something (she is nicer than me) when I butted in.  “Really?  You don’t have her dress?  Why?” 

“Well, ma’am, it’s not in the system.”   Then I rehashed the chain of events.  “We came in here in November to get fitted for these dresses.  We did that on purpose to make sure the dresses would be ready by my date.”  I went on and on for a few more seconds.  I wasn’t being rude because I actually felt sorry for this poor girl.  She couldn’t help it that she was an idiot. 

“One moment please, let me get the manager.”  And there he was again to save the day.  The manager studied the computer screen very diligently as though he was looking for Waldo.  He went to the back and this took another ten minutes.  He came back with the damn dress.  How wonderful.  I was happy, the dress was in our possession and it fit, thank goodness.  I just don’t understand how someone can be so dense. If this person had paid attention during training (I’m guessing there was some sort of job training since the title is "specialist?") then this wouldn’t have been an issue unless the store is really unorganized, which is very possible.  The End.  

.......stay tuned for the dry cleaner's story.