Betty was looking for a dress for her upcoming wedding at a luxury bridal shop. After being ostracized by one of the employees because of how she was dressed, Betty used her generosity as an instrument for karma, teaching the employee an important lesson in the process.

Mike worked for a luxury bridal shop and prided himself in all things luxury. He was rather materialistic, which made him a little judgemental.

One day, an elderly woman, Betty, walked into the store. The store was quieter than usual, and it was just Mike and his colleague Cassey working that day.

Betty was definitely not the usual customer the store was accustomed to. Her fashion sense was far from what you would call ‘classy,’ with outdated clothes and an unkempt hairstyle.

Betty had never been one to worry much about her looks. She believed her inner beauty was of more value and was never the materialistic type. Also, her job didn’t really allow her to shop in places like she was that day.

Betty was due to get married in the coming summer, and she had decided that she would go all out on this particular occasion. As she walked into the store, Mike clocked her with a disapproving grimace as he texted on his phone.

“Oh, wow! I think someone got lost on their way to bingo night. I mean, look at that hair. Just awful,” Mike muttered to his colleague, Cassey.

“Look, grandma. Let me make things a little easier for you, okay?”

“That’s not fair, Mike. She’s a customer and deserves the same treatment any other customer would get. Now, please help her. I need to get some of the new stock from the back,” Cassey said, leaving to the backroom storage.

Mike rolled his eyes, ignoring Cassey as he continued texting. Betty approached Mike hoping to get attention, but Mike wouldn’t give her the time of day.

“Sorry, young man, could you please help me?” Betty asked with a warm smile.

“What do you want?” Mike rudely retorted, his focus still on his phone.

“No need to be rude. I just need assistance finding a wedding dress. I’m due to get married this—” Betty started before being rudely interrupted by an annoyed Mike.

“Look, grandma. Let me make things a little easier for you, okay? Looking at your outfit, I can already tell you can’t afford anything here. There’s a thrift store with second-hand dresses a couple blocks from here. I’m sure they’ll be able to help you,” Mike said.

“Oh. And you can tell all that just from a first look, huh?” Betty asked, disappointed.

“Don’t take it to heart, darling. I’m doing us both a favor. This way, we save the both of us from wasting each other’s time,” Mike retorted, still not even looking at Betty.

“Hmm. Okay. Well, all I can say is if you won’t respect me as a customer, at least have the decency to respect me as an elder,” Betty said.

“Yeah, whatever,” Mike said casually, still texting away.

Another customer walked in who seemed to better fit the description of the type of customer Mike was used to. She had a chic outfit, a fresh manicure, and the strut of a rich housewife. She was much younger and flashier than Betty.

Mike instantly leaped up to help her, a large smile on his face as he enthusiastically approached her. Betty was left speechless as she saw his sudden change in attitude.

“Hi, there!! Oh, you look absolutely stunning, darling! What can we help you with today?” Mike asked the other customer.

At that moment, Cassey returned from the backroom carrying a box with some of their new stock. Noting Betty’s displeased countenance, Cassey immediately put the boxes aside to help her.

“Hi, ma’am! Have you been helped yet?” Cassey asked with a warm smile.

“No, your colleague here seems to think I’m not worth the time. Could you help me?” Betty said, looking over at Mike sharing a synthetic laugh with the other customer.