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Category: Bad Behavior

Needs To Park That Attitude

| MD, USA | Bad Behavior, Criminal/Illegal, Transportation

(I work as a cart attendant. My store has a strip of red paired curb that is a fire lane in which no parking is allowed. I see a customer parked in this area.)

Me: “Sir, I’m very sorry but you can’t park here as this is a fire lane.”

Customer: “I’m not parked. I’m waiting for my wife to come out. I’m still in the car.”

Me: “Sir, even if you are still in the car, the car is not moving and is therefore parked.”

Customer: “The car is not parked! I’m still in it! So f*** off!”

Me: “Sir, what gear is your car in right now?”

Customer: “It’s in park, you moron!”

Me: “Then in that case the car is considered parked. Please move away from the fire lane or I will have your car towed.”

(The fuming customer finally moved, glaring at me as he did so.)

How To Drive In The Tips

| Kirkland, WA, USA | At The Checkout, Awesome Customers, Bad Behavior, Bigotry, Rude & Risque

(It is Halloween and I am working the overnight shift at my store. As the manager, I am required to do drive-thru since we are unusually busy as well as short staffed on Halloween night. I have just finished trick-or-treating with my godson and am still in my costume, which I am allowed to wear in place of my usual uniform. It is just after two am, and all the bars are closed, when I have a taxi pull to my window with three drunk men in the back. The cabbie is clearly frustrated and although I have no issues while taking their order, I grow concerned.)

Me: “You’re total is [total].”

(The men in the back start searching their pockets for money and after a minute passes, I start to get frustrated myself. We are slammed and I still have to help my coworker make the food, since it’s only the two of us. The man in the far right seat, furthest from me, finds his wallet and sticks out a bill. I lean out the window, almost climbing into the cab, and take the cash, all while the men are staring down my shirt in a none-too-discreet manner. As I’m cashing out the order, I count out the eighty some dollars in change while listening to them talk about what they’d love to do to me.)

Me: “Here’s your receipt and change. Would you like any ketchup?”

Drunk #1: “No, but I’ll take your number and you can keep the change.”

(I look down at the money and back at him.)

Drunk #2: “Only if you share her.”

(At this point, I’m clearly disgusted with them and I glance at the cabbie, who’s in the worse position of driving them home. Feeling bad, I grab a pen and write the store number on the back of the receipt with a fake name attached.)

Drunk #1: “Thanks, cutie. I’ll call you later.”

(I grab their food and bag an extra medium fry for the cabbie. I grab the money from my pocket and split it in half, shoving one half into the medium fry bag. I hand out their order and make sure the cabbie gets his food. He smiles and thanks me. Thinking nothing more of it, I go back to work. A few hours later, the cabbie comes back through.)

Me: “Hi, your total—” *seeing the cabbie* “Oh, hi! I hope you enjoyed the tip! I didn’t think they were likely to give you anything. They were real jerks.”

Cabbie: “I appreciated the gesture. I really just wanted to come back to give you this.”

(He hands me $150.)

Me: “Are you serious? You really don’t have to do that!”

Cabbie: “And they didn’t have to say the things they said. I just wanted to make sure you received a tip from someone who honestly appreciated your service. Thank you, and have a good rest of your day.”

Rotten To The Core

| PA, USA | Bad Behavior, Bizarre

(I’m working as a cashier and doing my best to make cheery small talk with customers. An old man comes through my line.)

Me: “Hello! How are you today, sir?”

Customer: “Terrible!”

Me: “Oh, sorry to hear that, sir.”

Customer: “And how are you?”

Me: “Um, slightly better than terrible, I think.”

Customer: “But you have to work!”

Me: “Yes, but I like my work and it helps pay my student loan bills.”

Customer: “Humph.”

(I finish scanning and bagging his items and print out his receipt.)

Me: “Here you go. I hope your day gets better, sir!”

Customer: “I don’t! I hope it stays ROTTEN!”

She Really Needed That Coffee

| ON, Canada | At The Checkout, Bad Behavior

(As I’m working the till, an old man walks up to me. It takes a few minutes to fill out his order, because he can barely speak, and his finger shakes when he tries to tell me what he wants. He is extremely polite, and orders two coffees. After he leaves to get coffee stirrers, a young woman comes to my till.)

Customer: “Oh, my God, what a drag, huh? That guy was such a dumba**. He should just die and move over for the best generation. Am I right?”

Me: “…Why don’t I just take your order.”

(As she ordered, the old man, who heard what she said, walked up behind her quietly, popped the lid off of one of his coffees, and poured it all over the woman. She screamed, and ran away yelling about her clothes, while the old man ordered another coffee.)

Wad A B****

| Winnipeg, MB, Canada | At The Checkout, Bad Behavior

(I’m 16 and I’ve been working at a dollar store for a little over a month. A customer in her 60s comes in and tells me she is buying eight bottles of iced tea and four bottles of lemonade. She keeps them in her cart as she is checking out.)

Me: “Ma’am, would you please put the bottles on the counter? I need to count and ring them up.”

Customer: *gives me an exasperated look* “But I just told you that I’m buying eight iced teas and four lemonades!”

Me: “Well, I still have to count and scan them.”

Customer: *glaring at me as she puts the bottles on the counter, one at a time* “You think we’re all thieves!”

Me: “No, I don’t, ma’am; I just need to count the bottles. It’s store policy.”

Customer: *patronizing* “Well, I’ve been counting long before you were born, honey.”

(I ring up the bottles and there are in fact eight bottles of iced tea and four of lemonade. She glares at me again.)

Me: “Yes, you are right. There are eight iced teas and four lemonades. So that’s $10.45.”

(After she pays, she gives me another stare-down. I give her the receipt.)

Customer: “Well, since you wasted my time, I’m going to take my time putting all these bottles back in my cart.” *she then proceeds to slowly put each bottle back in her cart, one at a time, causing the line behind her to grow*

(After she left, the customer that is behind her, a young guy in his early 20s, comes up to the counter.)

Customer #2: “Some people really have their panties in a wad, don’t they?”

Me: “Very true. I should’ve told her that we have some wad-less ones in aisle three…”