R.E.S.P.E.C.T. means nothing to some people.

Sometimes, when I'm walking around and straightening things at work, I suspect that some women shopping at my store intentionally hang things in stupid ways or places. Just to test me.

Or: the majority of shoppers are quite rude and see no issue with taking three different clothing items and hanging them all next to each other on a rack of something completely different from those three items...

Or: the shoppers are lazy...too lazy to give me their clothing to re-hang and put in the appropriate places...

Or: they're shy and would rather not ask for my help...

Or: they're remarkably unintelligent...

Or: (this is my personal theory) they have absolutely no respect for me or my intelligence because of the job I have, consider it beneath them to draw my attention to something I'll figure out later, and feel no qualms about ruining the hours of work I've put in to keeping the store looking nice. Because I'm just a young salesperson. It's my place to clean up after them, the wits.

*bitterly* The other day this woman came in and asked me what the largest size we carry in shirts is. I took a moment to answer, because I considered it a stupid question, but eventually I realized she may sincerely not know. So I answered (politely) "extra large."
"What?" she replied.
"Extra large," I repeated, more loudly this time (perhaps she's deaf).
"No...What is the LARGEST SIZE you carry," she said, speaking to me like she might to a mentally handicapped worker...or a brain-dead high school drop-out.
I blinked, dumbfounded, and repeated at full volume, "EXTRA LARGE."
"You know, like small, medium, large..."
"extra large..."
She sighed, disappointed in my lack of comprehension, and stalked away.

I can't stand it when people see my youth and my job and automatically dismiss me as beneath their level of intelligence.

I also can't stand it when they think I'm 18. Last summer, a woman came in with her 16-or-so-year-old daughter, saw me working, and said to the girl, "You could get a job, too, and be like her."

I'm 23. Minus three weeks. Twenty-three. I have almost two degrees...a little RESPECT, please, like the kind I show YOU [to your face]. I may be young, but I'm not an idiot.