“Excuse me, can I get some service please?” Amanda asked, trying to get the sales clerk sitting behind the counter's attention. The lady looked up from her phone, trailing her eyes over Joyce, Amanda and Chelsea before continuing to look at her phone. “Rude” she whispered to Joyce and Chelsea. Amanda moved herself forward to the counter and raised her voice. “Huh-hmm; I said excuse me, can I get some service please.”
“You don’t look pregnant," the sales clerk, Sophie, said to her.
“I didn’t ask if I looked pregnant or not. I asked to be served. You work on commission, right?” Amanda asked, staring at Sophie.
“That’s not any of your business” Sophie commented, turning back to her phone, which only infuriated Amanda more. She looked at the other sales clerk who had now stopped serving her
