You Made My Mother Cry That Was Your First Mistake

The new sneakers came unglued the same day I bought them.

When I took them back to the store for a refund, the manager stalled, refusing to process the return.

That afternoon, I called to follow up. He was sarcastic, his voice dripping with condescension.

Are you waiting on this thousand dollars to make rent?

You bought a pair of thousand-dollar sneakers, you didn't buy a Bentley.

You were so tough, talking about calling corporate. Go ahead. Let's see how fast they get back to you.

My son, who was in the middle of a live stream of his video game, turned to look at me.

Mom, he said, his voice low. Is someone giving you a hard time? The guys in my chat are ready to light them up.

1

It was for my sons birthday. I wanted to surprise him.

So, while I was out shopping with my friend Jenna, I stopped by the boutique sneaker store, Apex Athletics, and picked out the pair hed been obsessed with for months.

The price tag was nearly two thousand dollars.

Jenna tried to talk me out of it. Sarah, come on. You clear six grand a month. You cant spoil him like that.

But I steeled myself and decided to buy them. Hed been working so hard in school lately, and Id never really been able to buy him anything truly special. Hed stared at these shoes online so many times, thinking I didnt notice. I noticed everything.

A few of the salesclerks were whispering nearby.

Can you imagine? Making only six thousand a month in this economy.

Seriously. And having a kid on that? Dont have them if you cant afford them. Its just cruel.

Jenna shot them a glare so sharp it could cut glass, then adopted their own snide tone.

Well, at least her son is getting an education. Unlike some peoples kids, who have to start working dead-end jobs right out of high school to make ends meet.

And what is this, 2024? The sales staff openly mocks the customers now? What a time to be alive.

She leaned in, her voice a theatrical whisper. Whats your commission on a pair of shoes, anyway? Ten bucks? Twenty?

A young woman with a high ponytail shot back, her voice rising. Whats your problem, lady? Youre old enough to know better. Have some class.

Just then, a man in a slim-fit blazer emerged from the back. He looked at the salesgirl. Whats all the shouting, Ashley?

Ashley stomped her foot and pointed at us. Manager, these two old ladies are making fun of us! Saying we only make ten bucks a sale.

The manager let out a cold, humorless chuckle. Thats enough. The customer is always right. Even when theyre wrong, you keep your mouth shut.

Jennas temper flared. He was so obviously taking his employees side without even asking what happened.

She was whispering about us first! What do you mean, we were making fun of her? And calling us old ladies? Where are your manners?

Suddenly, the managers face broke into a sickeningly sweet smile. He stepped forward and grabbed Jennas wrist. Oh, listen to my staff, so unprofessional! I am so, so sorry on their behalf.

He shook his head dramatically. Calling you old ladies is just outrageous. You both look so young and vibrant! We should post your picture online and have people guess your age, what do you think?

He oozed condescension. My deepest apologies, ladies. Truly.

2

I pulled Jenna toward the register. Let it go, I whispered. Hes not worth it.

She saw it too. Rotten from the top down. Arguing with a passive-aggressive snake like him would get us nowhere. Getting the gift for my son was more important.

I placed the box on the counter and asked softly, How much will this be?

The manager handled the transaction himself, his eyes flitting everywhere but at me. He raised an eyebrow. My dearest customer, the price is written quite clearly, is it not?

Two thousand dollars, he said, his tone mocking. And how will you be paying? Credit card, or are we using Afterpay today?

The insult hung in the air, thick and suffocating.

Jenna grabbed my arm, ready to leave. Lets go, Sarah. Well buy them somewhere else. Im sure theyre not the only store in the city that has them.

The manager finally looked up, a smirk playing on his lips. Oh? But you dont understand, maam. These are a limited edition. In this city, we are, in fact, the only store that has them.

Ashley, the ponytail girl, happened to walk by just then, muttering Country bumpkins under her breath.

At that moment, my phone buzzed. It was a text from my son, Leo.

Mom, they say a child's birthday is a reminder of the day a mother went through hell for them. Thank you for raising me all these years. Im going to work even harder from now on. The restaurant you booked is awesome, the cake is amazing, and all my friends are jealous I have a mom as cool as you.

A wave of warmth washed over me. I smiled and showed the text to Jenna.

Her expression softened. Okay, you raised a good one. Go on, buy the shoes.

I looked up at the manager. Ill use my debit card, if thats okay.

He shrugged, a dismissive flick of his head. Whatever you want.

The machine beeped. Payment successful.

I could already picture the look on Leos face when he opened the box. If he was happy, I was happy. What did the cruelty of a few strangers matter in the face of that?

As I waited for them to bag the shoes, the manager started ringing up the next customer.

Good afternoon, maam. Just so you know, you can get a 15% off coupon by following our companys TikTok account. Would you like me to show you?

He shot a malicious glance in my direction.

Fifteen percent. That meant I could have gotten these shoes for seventeen hundred.

Jenna and I froze.

The manager looked like a general who had just won a decisive battle, his head held high.

And if you buy a second item, he continued to the other customer, you get an additional 10% off your entire purchase. Id recommend grabbing a pair of those thirty-dollar socks. With the discount, youd save a hundred and sixty bucks total, which means the socks are basically free.

3

My legs felt weak. I leaned against the counter. Excuse me, young man. Could I have done that with my purchase?

He smiled at me, a wolfish grin. Of course! But youve already paid. You missed your chance.

Jenna was furious. Then well return them and buy them again!

The manager and the clerks behind him burst out laughing. He wiped a fake tear from his eye and waved a dismissive hand at Jenna. Sorry, maam. Store policy. No returns or exchanges unless theres a quality issue.

Jenna slammed her palm on the counter. You people are unbelievable! Why didnt you tell us about the discount beforehand?

The manager finally stood up straight, his voice loud and unapologetic. We are under no obligation to inform you of every single promotion. Thats not part of our job description.

Maybe you should do a little research online before you go shopping next time. If you dont know the rules, dont play the game. Nobody forced you to buy from us.

He spread his hands wide. Did anyone here force you to spend your money in our store? He turned to Ashley with a theatrical, menacing look. Ashley, tell me. Did you force these two lovely ladies to shop here?

Ashley covered her mouth, her eyes wide with mock surprise. Me? Of course not! Even if I wanted to, Id focus on customers who make six figures, not six thousand a month.

Her voice dropped to a stage whisper. Do people like that even have enough to eat? To stay warm? These are two-thousand-dollar shoes!

Thats like, their whole life savings. I wouldnt want to be responsible for that!

By then, an employee had finished bagging the shoes and placed them on the counter in front of me.

I was trembling with rage.

I picked up the bag, my voice catching in my throat. You know, young man, everyone has a mother. I hope that when your parents go out into the world, they arent treated the way youve treated us today.

The manager waved me away as if shooing a fly.

Dont you worry about my parents, maam. They make plenty of money. Theyre treated with respect wherever they go.

Ashley cackled beside him, practically clapping with glee.

Jenna looked like she was ready to tear the store apart. But what good would that do? Causing a scene would only get us in trouble. At our age, the stress and exhaustion just wasnt worth it.

As we walked away, Jenna said, her voice filled with a quiet fury, Kids never have any idea what their parents go through for them out in the world.

I just frowned and nodded.

But it was that day I learned a vital lesson.

If you let your children see your pain, they wont stand by and watch you get hurt. Parents are their childrens rock, but sometimes, children are their parents fortress.

My son, Leo, was about to prove that to the world.

4

Jenna has a short fuse. It was my fault for dragging her out shopping with me, only to have our day ruined. I offered to take her for lunch to try and cheer her up.

Youre too soft, Sarah, she said from across the table at the food court. You let those little punks walk all over you.

I forced a smile. Its over. Let it go. If you dont think about it, it cant bother you.

Such a coward, she muttered, shaking her head. Let me see the shoes. Are they made of gold? Two thousand dollars.

I took the box out of the bag. As I lifted the lid to hand one to her, I saw it. The side of the sneaker was peeling away from the sole. The glue was fresh.

Oh my god, I gasped. Jenna, look. Is this a defect?

She leaned in close. Its completely unglued. Quick! We have to go back right now before they try to say we did it.

We rushed back to the store.

The manager took the shoe and examined it from every angle, his face a mask of suspicion.

Ashley whispered from the side, I bet they did it themselves with a knife just to get the discount.

Jenna pointed a trembling finger at her. You shut your mouth! We walked out of your store and went straight upstairs to the food court. This mall has security cameras, doesn't it? Go pull the footage! Youd better watch what you say, little girl. Slander is a crime. Ill have you arrested.

Ashley just rolled her eyes. Whatever, lady. Cant a person even have a theory anymore? We see it all the time. People who cant afford nice things trying to scam the system. Its not a crazy assumption.

The managers face was dark. Alright, alright. Its unglued. Well process the refund.

I finally let out a breath I didnt realize Id been holding. Where will the money be refunded to?

Back to the original payment method, obviously, he snapped. You paid with a card, it goes back to the card. This isnt a cash-back service.

My patience was worn to a thread, but it was my money. I couldnt afford to walk away from it.

I used my debit card, I said. How long will it take for the refund to appear in my account?

He finally looked up, glaring at me. Look, I get it. Youre broke, you need the cash. Debit refunds can take up to three hours. Okay? Weve processed it. Now can you please stop hovering here and bothering us? We have a store to run.

I was exhausted. The anger, the arguingit drained the life out of you. I wasnt young anymore. I didnt have the energy to fight him. I could see Jenna was just as tired.

Without another word, we turned and left the store.

5

After lunch, it was already past two in the afternoon. I wanted to go home and lie down for a bit, to save my energy for Leos birthday dinner. I figured the money would be back in my account by three.

Jenna asked carefully, Sarah, are you still going to buy him the sneakers?

I sighed and shook my head. No. Im too old for this. I dont understand how shopping works anymore. Ill just give him the money and let him buy whatever he wants.

We said our goodbyes and got on our separate buses home.

It was a quarter past three when I walked through my front door. Leo was in his room, playing his game. He smiled when he saw me.

Hey, Mom, youre back. I saved you a slice of cake. Thanks again for everything.

I smiled and wrapped my arms around his shoulders from behind. Enjoy yourself today. But tomorrow, its back to the books, okay?

He patted my hand. You got it, Mom.

I sighed, sitting on the edge of his bed, watching him lose himself in the game. I glanced at my phone. Nothing. No notification from my bank.

So, I called the store. I was so tired I didnt even have the strength to hold the phone to my ear. I just set it on the bed beside me on speaker.

Hello, Apex Athletics, how can I help you?

It was him. The manager. My voice was flat. Hello. Its the woman who returned the defective sneakers.

Ugh. Are you serious? What do you want now?

My heart started to pound. Leo was still playing, but I knew he could hear.

Im sorry to bother you, I said, trying to keep my voice steady. You said the refund would take three hours. Its been longer than that, and I still havent received it.

His response was a torrent of pure contempt.

Are you waiting on this thousand dollars to make rent?

You bought a pair of thousand-dollar sneakers, you didn't buy a Bentley.

You were so tough, talking about calling corporate. Go ahead. Let's see how fast they get back to you!

Click.

He hung up.

I stared at the black screen of my phone. I hadnt filed a complaint. Had Jenna done it for me?

As my mind raced, Leos voice cut through the silence. Mom, whats going on?

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