Brace Yourself
(I own and run the bookshop, and my friend is visiting me. My friend is female, fairly short and very thin. She has to wear a very noticeable hinged brace on her knee due to a childhood sports injury, but she is by no means helpless. I am male, a foot and a half taller than my friend, and in very good physical condition. I am is also well trained in hand-to-hand combat. A customer is in the shop, and approaches my friend, who is trying to find a book on the shelves.)
Customer: *approaches and shoves her* “Move, b****.”
Friend: “Hey! What’s your problem, man?”
Customer: “I needed to check this shelf for the book I needed and you were in the way.”
Friend: “And you couldn’t just politely ask me to move?”
Customer: “You don’t have to be nice to whores.”
Friend: “Excuse me?!”
Customer: “Well, that’s the only reason a woman would need a brace like that, if you were on your knees all the time. Only w****s are on their knees all the time.”
Friend: *trying not to lose her temper* “You do realize, don’t you, that there are a multitude of injuries that would establish a need for this sort of brace?”
Customer: “How dare you talk back to me, you fat b****!” *tries to slap her*
Me: *sneaking up on him and grabbing his wrist* “Not to be clichéd, but you owe her an apology.”
Customer: “No, I don’t! Why the h*** would I have to apologize?”
Me: “First, for shoving her. You had no business putting your hands on her. Second, for calling her a whore. You were being extremely disrespectful, and that’s something I don’t tolerate from my customers. Third, I’d bet your leg alone weighs more than she does. Again, you were being rude.”
(He takes a swing at me.)
Me: *puts him in a headlock* “Sir, you have two options. Both of them involve leaving, but whether you leave vertically or horizontally is up to you.”
Customer: “F*** you! You can’t do s*** to me!”
(I escort him, still in the headlock, to the front of the store and out the door.)
Me: “You are not welcome here. Don’t ever come back.”
(My friend and I started dating not long after that, and I’m asking her to marry me tonight.)
Question of the Week
Have you ever served a bad customer who got what they deserved?