A Sales Assistant Called My Wife ‘Too Old’ — So I Came Back With a Vengeance (3 of 4)

I wore my best blazer. Walked in like I owned the sidewalk. Asked for the manager.

“I’d like to speak to you about an experience my wife had here,” I said, calmly.

The manager, a tired-looking guy in his thirties, nodded. I told him everything. Word for word.

“I own Grey & Maple,” I continued — a local business that works with influencers and fashion stylists across three states. “We were about to source a local retail partner for a cross-promotion. My wife mentioned this store. She thought it looked ‘modern and clean.’ I was going to reach out.”

His face changed.

“We’ve got a monthly budget of around $12,000 for merchandise collaborations and content shoots. But if that’s how your staff treats women like my wife — women who raised the very generation you’re trying to sell to — we’ll go elsewhere.”

Then I smiled.

“Also, just so you know — she might not be ‘your look’… but she’s my brand, every damn day.”

And I walked out.

Lily doesn’t know I went. I didn’t do it to be a hero. I did it because she’s mine, and no one gets to dim her light.

Not even a sales assistant with good cheekbones and a rotten heart.