The Lingerie Salesman S Worst Nightmare -

I tried to flee to the stockroom. The door was locked from the inside. A tiny note taped to it read: “Welcome to your worst nightmare. Love, Karen from HR.”

Before I could respond, she emerged wearing a translucent body stocking over her beige knee-high compression socks. She struck a pose. A customer screamed softly near the thong display. My manager peeked from the back room, then slowly retreated. The Lingerie Salesman S Worst Nightmare

Turns out it was a surprise training exercise on “handling extreme customer scenarios.” I passed—barely. But to this day, I flinch whenever I see a floral dress and a three-ring binder. I tried to flee to the stockroom