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    No Longer Being Paid To Be Nice

    | Brighton, England, UK | Bad Behavior, Food & Drink, Theme Of The Month, Top

    Me: “It’s 10.50 pm, so last orders, please!”

    (Ten minutes later:)

    Me: “It’s 11.00 pm. That’s time at the bar now!”

    (I go about closing the bar, cleaning, sweeping, taking out the trash and cashing up. Four customers who’ve been chatting for several hours over one and a half beers and lots of glasses of tap water ignore me as I clean around them and tell them that I need to take their glasses.)

    Me: “It’s 11.45 pm. Come on. Everyone’s gone, the bar is shut, and I’m not being paid to be here any more. Will you please just go?”

    Customer: “I can’t believe how rude you’re being! Let me talk to your manager!”

    (They explain how rude I was when I asked them to leave and how I had claimed that I wasn’t being paid to be polite to them now.)

    Manager: “He’s right. We’ve been closed for nearly an hour and none of us are being paid to be here now. So get out!”

    (I thought I might have overstepped the mark but it’s good to know your manager’s got your back!)

    I Don’t Work Here, Does Not Work Here, Part 15

    | Leeds, England, UK | Bad Behavior, Crazy Requests

    (I am 17 and have finished my shift at a supermarket, and go straight to a consumer electronics shop. I am still wearing my work uniform, which is similar in colour to the shop that I am in. A customer comes up to me, obviously angry, carrying a bag with a laptop in it.)

    Customer: “Excuse me. I bought this laptop last week and it has stopped working already. This is disgraceful for a £500 piece of—”

    Me: “Sorry, mate, I don’t actually—”

    Customer: “Don’t you interrupt me, and I am certainly not your mate. I paid £500 for this and it won’t even turn on now. I want you to fix it right now or—”

    Me: “Woah, woah, woah! I don’t actually work—”

    Customer: “Listen to me! Fix this now or give me my money back!”

    Me: “But you need to speak to someone who actually works at—”

    Customer: “Don’t fob me off with this s***. You work here. You sort it out. I’m not going to be passed from one member of staff to the other. This is typical of this company. Employing young, inexperienced idiots who don’t give two f***s!”

    Me: “Okay, sir. What I suggest you need to do is get your laptop. Open it up, turn it on, and wait for Windows to load up. Once it has loaded up, we’ll put the recovery disc in. Then, I want you to take your laptop, and stick it up your a**, you ignorant c***.”

    Customer: *inaudible explosion of expletives and demands to speak to the manager*

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    I Don’t Work Here, Does Not Work Here, Part 12
    I Don’t Work Here, Does Not Work Here, Part 11
    I Don’t Work Here, Does Not Work Here, Part 10
    I Don’t Work Here, Does Not Work Here, Part 9
    I Don’t Work Here, Does Not Work Here, Part 8
    I Don’t Work Here, Does Not Work Here, Part 7
    I Don’t Work Here, Does Not Work Here, Part 6
    I Don’t Work Here, Does Not Work Here, Part 5

    Food To Go Is Going Nowhere

    , | Charlottesville, VA, USA | Bad Behavior, Food & Drink, Theme Of The Month

    (The store closes at 10:30 pm. A customer comes in at 10:26 pm and takes 10 minutes to decide what they want, even though we only serve chicken tenders which take seven minutes to cook.)

    Me: “All right, your box combo will be up in about eight minutes.”

    Customer: “That’s fine.”

    Me: *brings out food in a to-go box*

    Customer: “Thank you so much!” *begins to open container*

    Me: “Sir, we closed at 10:30.”

    Customer: *looks at watch* “I still have time.” *continues eating*

    (Because there’s a customer in the store, we can’t clean or lock the door. Just as the customer is finishing, eight more people show up.)

    Customer: “My friends are here. Let them in and give them food to go.”

    Me: “Sir, we’re closed.”

    Customer: “The doors are open. Look here they come.”

    Me: “Sir, the doors are open because we can’t lock you in.”

    Manager: “Just take the orders, but make them to go.”

    (I took the orders. The people proceeded to sit down with their to-go boxes and eat and talk for the next 30 minutes. My manager got so mad that we cleaned up around them. To this day the restaurant closes at 10:23 pm just to be safe.)

    Won’t Let The Joke Run Its Course

    | Niagara Falls, ON, Canada | Bad Behavior, Theme Of The Month

    (I’m working the night shift, and my supervisor has asked me to shut most of the sliding doors and start getting ready to close, leaving me to empty the till while he goes to close another attraction. Our policy is not to turn away any customer unless we’ve started closing out the till. Three men, clearly a little drunk, come inside.)

    Guy #1: “Can we come in?”

    Me: “I’m sorry. I’ve just started closing and I can’t sell any more tickets.”

    Guy #2: “We’ll be really quick.”

    Me: “Unfortunately I’ve already started closing out so I’m actually unable to sell you a ticket, and I can’t let you in for free.”

    Guy #1: “Well, what if I RAN PAST YOU?”

    (At this point he starts running past my booth, but I just give him a withering glare with one eyebrow raised, a look I’ve perfected for dealing with unruly men at work. He stops in his tracks and backs up slowly to the entrance.)

    Guy #1: *dejectedly* “I’m sorry.”

    Customers In Glass Stores Shouldn’t Throw Stones

    | Austin, TX, USA | Bad Behavior, Theme Of The Month, Top

    (My store is right next to a movie theater in a really rich area. The mall mostly caters to wealthy adults, and as such does not have a food court. My store is the only non-sit down food in the mall. I have just closed down for the night. My store front is glass without blinds.)

    Group Of Teenagers: *banging on the windows and doors* “Hey! Let us in! We need cookies!”

    (They then proceed to pull on the door and make all sorts of noise. Finally I confront them.)

    Me: “My store is closed. You were aware of this and still you banged on the door and nearly set off the alarm. Now you have left marks all over my windows and doors. You will clean them up now, and then you will leave.”

    (I hand them paper towels and window cleaner.)

    Lead Teenage Boy: “I don’t have to do that! You can’t make me! What’ll happen if I don’t?”

    Me: Well, [Lead Teenage Boy], not only do I know your name, as well as where you live, I can ban you from the store and have security escort you from the property. I can also look at the door carefully and if there is damage, file a report with the police department. I guess you forgot that I used to ride your bus, didn’t you?

    (They proceeded to clean up the windows and never banged on my doors again. Believe it or not, they were not the only kids whom I made clean the glass.)

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