(I’m 19, and look fairly younger than that. I teach at a dance studio. I’m standing at the receptionist’s desk when a woman walks in.)
Customer: “Hi, I missed registration yesterday and I need to register my daughter for a beginning ballet class.”
Coworker: “Okay, you actually lucked out, we have a space open in [other co-worker]’s class.”
Customer: “Yeah, but I really want her in [my name]’s class…can you arrange that?”
Coworker: “Well, okay let me…”
Customer: “Hang on.” *turns to me* “Sweetie, what are you doing here? It’s incredibly rude to eavesdrop.”
Me: “Well, I–”
Customer: “Where are your parents? And why didn’t they teach you any manners? You think you can just stand here, eating up this lady’s time. I have a job! I have better things to do than watch you listen to me!”
Me: “Hi, I’m actually [my name]. You wanted to get into my class?”