The customer refuses to be measured. "I know my size," she says. "My sister’s friend’s cousin worked at Victoria’s Secret ten years ago, and she said I’m a 34B."
Perhaps the most frequent nightmare involves the well-meaning partner looking for a gift. They enter the shop with no idea of sizes, only a vague directive for "something extra quality." the lingerie salesman s worst nightmare extra quality
James, now sweating through his dress shirt, has a moral choice. He can point out that she refused to be measured. He can explain that "extra quality" does not mean "defies geometry." But he cannot. He is a professional. The Nightmare has rules. The customer refuses to be measured
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