A Sales Assistant Called My Wife ‘Too Old’ — So I Came Back With a Vengeance (2 of 4)

She wasn’t even shopping. She’d seen a “We’re Hiring” sign in the window and walked in to ask about part-time work. Nothing fancy. Just a few hours a week to keep her busy now that the kids are older.

The girl behind the counter looked her up and down.

And then said — with a smile, no less — “We’re actually looking for someone a little more… polished. You know, someone with a look our brand reflects.”

Lily blinked. “I’m sorry?”

“You’re sweet,” the girl added, tilting her head like she was petting a rescue dog. “But our clients expect a certain image. Something more youthful. More fashion-forward.”

Lily didn’t say much. She thanked her and walked out, even though I know her heart was cracking with every step.

When she told me the story, she kept shrugging like it was no big deal. “Maybe she was right,” she said, forcing a laugh. “I mean, I’m not exactly…”
She didn’t finish the sentence. She didn’t have to.

I couldn’t sleep that night.

Not just because of what was said — but because of how small it made Lily feel. This woman, who held our family together through job losses, cancer scares, and the tantrums of twin toddlers. This woman, who spent years being invisible — so we could shine.

I couldn’t let that girl’s words be the last thing echoing in my wife’s head.

So two days later, I went back.