"Queen" Beckham

As a toy demonstrator at FAO Schwarz, I have a multitude of strange tasks assigned to me on any given day. On this day, last Wednesday, I was put on the nursery as the doctor of the Middleton Baby Doll nursery. This is what I get to look like whenever this happens.

It's definitely a lot of fun being on the nursery, however it's probably the most stressful thing they can do to a person. The owners of this vendor treat these dolls like real children in a real nursery, so that means nobody is allowed to touch them without being "certified". These plastic dolls are a hundred bucks each because you're paying for the "experience". If you get one of these babies I take you through a questionnaire as well as a birth certificate that both the child, the parent, and myself have to sign (I know, it's crazy).

After about two hours of crazy "adoptions", I noticed that there were a bunch of security people waltzing around the store which can only mean one thing...
CELEBRITY SIGHTING

Now I'm about as good at spotting celebrities as I am at spotting ghosts. Jennifer Hudson and Paul McCartney at another point in my FAO history brushed right past me and I didn't even notice. Apparently, Mrs. Victoria Beckham had made her way into FAO Schwarz, and coincidentally right where I was working. I knew she was someone important because she was surrounded by FAO security, but I had no idea who she actually was. Her daughter was really excited about seeing a doctor holding a baby so I smiled and began my mini speech I always say to interested people. All of my coworkers around me were staring with curiosity, and the manager of the Glitter Station even gave me a thumb's up as I was talking. Queen Diva, on the other hand, wasn't listening, was looking all around the store, at her nails with complete disinterest. This isn't uncommon, not everyone cares about doll nurseries. However, in mid sentence she puts up her hand almost touching my face and goes "That's nice" and walks away. Her little girl's face contorted as the carriage was pushed away with haste.

Afterwards I asked who it was that I was talking to and they told me. My initial response was to demand to know where DAVID was so we could fall in love (...). They told me he didn't come in so then I proceeded to be offended by Victoria's attitude towards me. For one thing, doesn't she have a supposed English accent? BECAUSE I DIDN'T HEAR ONE! Granted, she said all of two words, but they were the most american sounding words I had ever heard.

I understand she thinks she's cool beans because she's technically a "celebrity" but let's not be rude. I think respect is something anyone can practice regardless of your social status. She's not even that big of a celebrity I didn't even know who she was! She's lucky I was working or I would have Sassed. Her. Hard.

I have rude customers all the time I'm not offended at that. But this girl put her hand IN my face, didn't even say thank you but practically spat acid at me for talking to her obviously interested daughter. Even the rudest customers say thank you or thanks anyway as they're leaving.

I MEAN IT'S NOT LIKE IT'S A TOY STORE OR ANYTHING WHERE YOUR CHILD WOULD PROBABLY ENJOY TO PLAY WITH A DOLL IN A PRETEND NURSERY. WHY WOULD YOU EVER THINK THAT?

I mean that's fine. Makes perfect sense.