They told my wife: “You Are Not Pretty Enough to Work Here” I had to do something about it

The moment I walked in, the sales assistant, whose name tag read “Sophia,” flashed a plastic smile, her demeanor completely different from how she treated Emma. “Good afternoon, sir. How can I assist you today?” she chirped. I put on my most charming smile and told her I was looking for a special gift for my wife. Sophia eagerly began showing me various items, her attitude a stark contrast to her earlier rudeness. I listened attentively, pretending to be impressed, while silently seething inside. I asked her questions about the quality, the materials, and the best sellers, making sure to keep her occupied.The Reveal After about half an hour of browsing, I casually mentioned, “You know, my wife was here the other day. She was looking to apply f