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    Got A Tip-Off About Grandpa’s Antics

    | ID, USA | Bad Behavior, Family & Kids, Food & Drink

    (I’m waitressing at a small restaurant when a young mother with a toddler walks in accompanied by the mother’s grandfather. I seat them and they order. The grandfather orders the chicken fried steak which is soft enough that a knife isn’t necessary so one normally isn’t given with the meal. This happens as I drop off their plates.)

    Grandfather: *looks at his plate then up at me angrily* “WHERE THE F*** IS MY KNIFE? HUH? HOW THE F*** AM I SUPPOSED TO EAT THIS—”

    (Suddenly the mother slaps her hand onto the table hard enough that all the dishware jumps, the toddler yelps, and the grandfather is startled into silence.)

    Toddler: “Uh oh. Mama MAD. Not me did it!”

    Mother: *looks at the grandfather with a look of pure fury* “You do NOT speak to people that way! Do you understand? Now, I told you, if I’m going to take you out to eat then you WILL be on your best behavior. Now you will either apologize to this young lady or you can go sit in the car by yourself and be hungry. Everyone else in the family might be willing to put up with your attitude but not me! So you got two options: apologize or leave.”

    Grandfather: *crosses his arms and sulks*

    Mother: “Apologize or car. NOW.”

    Grandfather: *sighs* I’m sorry for saying those things to you.”

    Me: “Thank you for apologizing, sir. Now, that was a steak knife you needed?”

    Grandfather: “Yes.”

    Mother: *crosses her arms and raises her eyebrows at him*

    Grandfather: *looking like he bit into a lemon* “Please.”

    (The mother smiles and I turn my attention to her.)

    Me: “And anything for you, ma’am?”

    Mother: “More napkins, please.”

    Me: “Okay! I’ll be right out with those.”

    (The rest of the meal passes by in complete silence with the grandfather sulking the whole time. I drop off their check, the mother tucks it under her arm, drops a tip on the table, then turns around and helps her son put on his jacket. While her back is turned the grandfather quickly picks up the tip, stuffs it in his jacket pocket, and scurries out. Finishing with her child the mother leads him over to the counter and places the check on the counter. I’m struggling with myself on whether or not I should tell her about what her grandfather did.)

    Mother: *watches me for a minute* “Well, you obviously want to say something so say it! I’m sorry for the way my grandpa acted. I’m working on teaching him manners. But, if you have something to say feel free to speak up. So long as it’s said respectfully I can listen.*

    Me: “It’s… um… just that your… um, grandfather took the tip money while your back was turned.”

    Mother: “HE WHAT?!”

    (Leaving her son there the mother storms off back to the table, audibly gasps when she sees the lack of money, practically runs back to the register, scoops up her child, and leaves. Through the window I see her walk to the passenger side of the car, point to the grandfather, mouth the words ‘big trouble,’ and open the back-seat passenger door. The grandfather moves down in his seat a little bit, the mother calmly buckles her kid into the car, closes the door, then opens the grandfather’s door. I can’t hear what’s being said but it’s obvious that whatever she’s screaming has the grandfather shrinking in his seat until he is literally hiding his head in his jacket. The mother suddenly reaches forward, snatches something from him, slams the car door, and comes back inside.)

    Mother: “The nerve of some people! My goodness! I am so so sorry for my grandfather’s antics. Thank you. though. for being honest. *I ring up her transaction* I was going to give you a bit for being so patient with him but I think you deserve a bit extra. As for him, well, he can stay home eating cold ham and cheeses sandwiches for a few days. We’ll see how well he likes that!”

    (The mother tipped me generously then left. They did come in the following week but this time the grandfather was much better behaved!)

    I’m Over Your Hangover

    | Perth, WA, Australia | At The Checkout, Bad Behavior, Health & Body

    (I’m another customer waiting for my prescription. A young hungover male customer is talking to the pharmacy staff. She is asking him some questions to be sure he’s not drug seeking.)

    Customer: “I need some strong headache stuff.”

    Pharmacist: “Okay sir, just a couple of questions. Are you allergic to anything?”

    Customer: “No.”

    Pharmacist: “Okay, are you taking any other medications?”

    Customer: *annoyed sigh* “NO! D*** it, I had too much to drink last night and my head f****** hurts; just give me the f***** tablets.”

    (I hadn’t noticed the head pharmacist hovering till the man got aggravated. He is a 6 foot tall, usually quietly spoken, older man.)

    Head Pharmacist: “Sir, there is absolutely no need to swear at [Pharmacist]. She has to ask these questions for your safety.” *hands over some headache tablets* “Here you go, sir.”

    Customer: “Whatever.”

    (He pays and leaves. The pharmacist turns to her coworker.)

    Pharmacist: “I should’ve given him the strongest laxatives we have.”

    (I couldn’t help but giggle.)

    No Good Day To You

    , | TX, USA | Bad Behavior

    (I hand out samples of sushi in a grocery store. Sometimes I recognize certain people as the ones that always say no, so I do not even try to ask. Instead, I ask them how they’re doing and try to simply be friendly as they pass by. This is a very common response.)

    Me: “Hi! How are you today?”

    Customer: “No, thank you.”

    Me: “Well, have a good day.”

    Customer: “I said no.”

    Trying To Avoid A Razor-Sharp Employee

    | NY, USA | At The Checkout, Bad Behavior, Liars & Scammers

    (I’m working as a cashier and this sweet-seeming older woman comes up to my counter to buy a razor.)

    Me: “Hello, how are you?” *scanning her items as we speak*

    Customer: “Wonderful. How are you?”

    Me: “I’m doing well, thank you. Your total is $14.”

    Customer: “What?! No, that’s five dollars! The bin said it was five dollars!”

    Me: “I’m sorry, ma’am, this product is $14. Perhaps someone just put it into the $5 bin because they wanted the cheaper item?”

    (I get someone to check and the bin is full of a totally different razor set, which I suspected would be the case, especially because this razor was a really nice razor. So we explain this.)

    Customer: “This is ridiculous! This is false advertising! You should be sued!”

    (She leaves really quickly, while shouting. The associate who was standing there the whole time after checking the bins starts laughing.)

    Me: “What?”

    Associate: “She tried buying that same razor yesterday with an expired coupon.”

    Self(ish) Checkout

    | Jacksonville, FL, USA | At The Checkout, Bad Behavior

    (I am picking up my friend at the end of her shift. We both work at this retail store but I am off on this particular day. She is running self checkout which starts to close down at 10:00 pm. It is 10:30 pm and customers are finally understanding that self checkout is closed except for those who are slowly finishing their ring up process. A couple walk up to my friend after passing under the ropes that were put at the entrance of self checkout to block out customers.)

    Guy: “Hey, we’ve only got, like, three items. Can we use this?”

    Friend: “No, I’m sorry; self check-out closes at 10. These people are just finishing up.”

    Guy: *getting agitated* “It’s just three d*** items. The lines are too long so we came here.”

    (At this point the manager comes over to see why it is my friend is still here.)

    Manager: “[Friend], didn’t your shift end at 10?”

    Friend: “Yeah…”

    Guy: “Your cashier has been rude as h***! I just have three d*** items and I want to use self checkout!”

    Manager: “Fine, whatever. Just do it and don’t keep cursing. Self checkout closes at 10 pm every night.”

    (The couple then proceed to begin checking out slowly.  It’s then 10:45 and they ring up alcohol so my friend goes over to check ID.)

    Woman: “Why in the h*** you gotta be so rude?!”

    (At this point I am beyond annoyed and my patience goes out the door.)

    Me: “Maybe cause you two idiots have her staying almost an HOUR over just because you’re too d*** lazy to go to a regular line?! Seriously! It takes you 15 minutes to ring up THREE items?! How about this: why don’t you tell me where you work. I’ll come over the night before something big for you and keep you waiting for over an hour while I do everything to keep you from leaving?!”

    (At this point the couple’s jaws drop and they continue the transaction without saying a word and rush out.)

    Me: “About dang time.”