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    Why Nurses Should Rule The World, Part 3

    , | AB, Canada | Awesome Workers, Bad Behavior, Top

    (I arrive at work an hour and a half early because I forgot what time I started. I decide to sit in the lobby and have lunch before my shift. I notice that the trash can is in dire need of being emptied and that the front counter is busier than usual. I start to tie the bag up, when a customer screeches at me.)

    Customer:What do you think you’re doing?”

    Me: “Just changing the garbage, ma’am. It was full to overflowing and it was too busy for someone to leave their post and do it.”

    Customer: “You don’t have to do that young man! You’re not one of these dropouts that lives in their parent’s basements who can’t do anything better with their lives! What are you taking?”

    Me: “I’m planning on becoming an licensed practical nurse. But, ma’am, I don’t just go to school. I work to pay my bills. As a matter of fact, I live in a condo my mother owns. She does not live with me, and I pay rent to her. I pay for my electricity, my internet, and my heating. How do I earn the money for this you ask?”

    (At this point I remove my hat from my bag, put it on and remove my coat, revealing that I am dressed in my work uniform.)

    Me: “I work here, taking whatever hours I can get. A student without anything on their resume will take any job they can. ”

    (I point to one of my coworkers who is mopping the floors at the back of the store.)

    Me: “She’s a neuroscience student. Just like me she has bills to pay. Please remember in the future that people who work in fast food are not always drop outs, but more often than not students trying to fund their education. If you’ll excuse me, I’m going to take out this trash, unless you would like me to help extract your foot from your mouth first.”

    (Flustered and obviously embarrassed, the customer leaves the store in a hurry. My manager, who is also a classmate of mine, speaks with me once I return from the dumpsters.)

    Manager: “Technically, you could be fired for badmouthing a customer while on the job like that.”

    Me: “Technically, I’m not working right now! I haven’t clocked in, and my shift’s not for another half hour.”

    Manager: “Well then, brave citizen, how does free apple pie sound?”

    (I accepted, of course. You just don’t say no to free pie!)

    Related:
    Why Nurses Should Rule The World, Part 2

    Just Stole His Thunder

    | St. Louis, MO, USA | Bad Behavior, Food & Drink, Money

    (I’m volunteering at my school’s concession stand at a football game. An elderly man comes up to the register. There’s a very long, impatient line.)

    Me: “Hello sir, welcome to [school name], home of the [mascot]! How may I help you?”

    Man: “I’ll have two hot dogs, a pretzel with cheese, nachos, a Diet Coke and a Sprite.”

    (I hand him the hot dogs and sodas. The kids in the back are still working on the nachos and pretzel.)

    Man: “Where’s my pretzel and nachos?”

    (Right as he says this, the pretzel is ready. It comes wrapped in wax paper with a cup of cheese, and I hand it to him.)

    Man: “What’s this?”

    Me: “A pretzel with cheese.”

    Man: “No! I want it in a tray!”

    (I take the pretzel back and ask for a nacho tray. The nachos are still not yet ready.)

    Me: “That’ll be $7.50, please.”

    Man: *has money out and I attempt to take it* “Hold on, don’t take my money until I get my prize!”

    Me: “Sir, there is at least $200 in cash in this register. If I wanted to steal money, I’d just grab some when nobody was looking, not from some guy who’s holding up a line!”

    Man: *takes his food and backs away sheepishly*

    Send Him To The Sister Store

    | Rahway, NJ, USA | Awesome Customers, Bad Behavior, Family & Kids, Theme Of The Month

    (Our newest employee is a very sweet 18-year-old girl. She’s only been working for a week, when a customer starts giving her a hard time.)

    Rude Customer: “You f***ing b****! Can’t you do s*** right?!”

    18-year-old Cashier: *trying not to cry* “Sir, I’m sorry! You told me to take-”

    Rude Customer: “Forget it! I’ll go to [similar store nearby], where they actually hire decent people!”

    18-year-old Cashier: “I was only-”

    Rude Customer: “F*** you! You’re probably some b**** who’s never worked a day in her life! I bet you’re not even in school! Probably just waiting to get knocked up so you can live on welfare and sit on your lazy fat a** all day!”

    (He continues screaming at her and making disparaging remarks. I’m about to get the manager when a female customer walks in, sees what’s going on and speaks up.)

    Female Customer: “Hey, will you shut up and stop being such a jacka**?! What’s your problem?!”

    Rude Customer: “This b**** can’t do s*** right! She shouldn’t be working if she’s too stupid to do anything!”

    Female Customer: “That ‘b****’ is my big sister and if you call her that again, I’ll knock your f***ing head off!”

    Rude Customer: “Please! You’re probably about as worthless as her!”

    Female Customer: “Try me.”

    Rude Customer: “Crazy b****!” *runs out*

    (It turned out the female customer really was the cashier’s sister. We were scared the cashier wouldn’t come back after that day, but she did and told us the guy was smart to run away because her sister, who’s only 15, really could’ve injured him if she fought!)

    No Shame In The Blame Game

    | Boston, MA, USA | Bad Behavior, Family & Kids, Liars & Scammers, Wild & Unruly

    (We sell candles and during sales usually make a mountain out of our left over stock on a display table. A young girl around age 10 has picked up one of the candles from the group, sniffed it and put it back down and began to walk away. Suddenly a loud crash sounds and several candles on the other side of the table fall to the floor. A woman had just picked up a candle and is standing in front of the fallen candles.)

    Woman: “I didn’t do it! It was that kid’s fault!”

    Kid: “What? The candles fell on your side of the table.”

    Woman: “Shut up you little brat! I saw you knock over those candles! You should be ashamed of yourself! This is why kids should not be allowed in public. Where is your mother!?”

    (Having witnessed the ordeal, I walk over and chime in.)

    Me: “Ma’am, she wasn’t touching the candles when they fell, and you are holding the same scent of candle that is on the floor.”

    Woman: “This is what is wrong with kids today! They are so sheltered! They have no idea how to take responsibility for their actions! How will they function in the real world?” *looks to the little girl* “You are in for a nasty shock when mommy and daddy are no longer around, brat!”

    (The whole store is watching in silence. My manager walks over.)

    Manager: “Ma’am I am going to have to ask you to pay for the items you smashed or leave the store.”

    Woman: *dumbfounded* “I am a loyal, paying customer. You can’t treat me this way! You are only making me pay because this brat doesn’t have any money. I will never shop here again!”

    Manager: “Good. Now leave. We’re a family-friendly establishment.”

    Woman: “Children are ruining society!” *storms out*

    (The little girl seemed a little upset but was not crying and said she was okay. Another customer bought her a nice perfume and body lotion set and our manager gave her one of our rubber ducks!)

    Stop Trucking Swearing

    | North Las Vegas, NV, USA | Bad Behavior, Wild & Unruly

    (I am working as a desk worker for a vehicle impound company. I have a male coworker who stays in the office to keep me safe and to actually go and get the cars, so that I stay safely behind the wall.)

    Me: “Hi there. Can I help you?”

    Customer: *angrily* “Yeah, I’m here to get my truck you stole.”

    Me: “Alright, I just need the vehicle information. VIN number, make, model, and color.”

    Customer: “Yeah, it’s [VIN number].”

    Me: “Alright, here it is.”

    (I print out the statement of charges and take them to the window.)

    Me: “So, here’s a breakdown of your charges: your total is [price], and I’ll need to see proof of ownership and a photo ID.”

    Customer: “WHAT?! I’m not paying that! This is bulls***! You guys f***ing stole my truck, and you expect me to pay to get it back?!”

    Me: “Sir, I must ask you to refrain from swearing at me. It says here your car was towed because your registration expired over a year ago. I’m sorry, but I can’t release your vehicle to you without this fee.”

    Customer: “F*** you! How the f*** do you expect people to afford this s***?!”

    Me: “Sir, please calm down. If you can’t afford it today, I have to inform you that it’ll continue to go up by [cost] every day until you can.”

    (At this point, he lunges through the iron bars and grabs my wrist. My male coworker jumps up, but I manage to pull away. The man takes off out of the office. My coworker watches him out of the window.)

    Coworker: “If he comes back, stand back a little. He does that again, just duck.”

    (Sure enough, the customer comes back about an hour later. He seems calmer, but my coworker still stands up and grabs one of the many baseball bats he keeps throughout the office building. He stands off to the left of the window, out of sight of the man.)

    Customer: “Alright, how f***ing much is it again?”

    Me: “Sir, please refrain from swearing. Here’s your price breakdown.”

    (I hand him the statement and he looks over it, getting more agitated.)

    Customer: “What the f*** does all this s*** mean? You motherf***ers are trying to rob me blind! No one could afford this! You’re all a bunch of f***ing* thieves!”

    (At this point, he reaches through the bars again, almost touching his face to the bars. I jump back, and my coworker swings the titanium bat, smacking against the bars and making a horrendous ringing sound.)

    Coworker: “You get out—now! Or next time, it’ll be your head!”

    Customer: *reeling* “Oh yeah, tough guy?! Come on out here and say that!”

    (My coworker heads for the door separating the office from the customer area. As he opens it, the customer sees my coworker, all 6’1″, 250 lbs of pure muscle that he is, and takes off out the door, into the car with whoever was driving him, and they peel out of the parking lot. As far as I know, he never came back for his truck.)


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