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    Category: Wild & Unruly

    Paging Leonidas To The Front Desk

    | New York, NY, USA | Top, Wild & Unruly

    Customer: “Look! My friend told me I could get this type of hammer at your store! Now go get it for me!”

    Cashier: “Sir, I already told you… we don’t have ANY hammers back here that aren’t already stocked on the shelves.”

    Customer: “LOOK HERE. F**K YOU! I KNOW YOU’RE TRYING TO SAVE MONEY BY SWITCHING OUT YOUR STOCKS! GET ME THIS HAMMER!”

    (At this point, I come to the front of the store, overhearing what’s going on; note that I’m the manager.)

    Me: “Is there a problem?”

    Customer: “Yes sir! Your employee here is not doing what I tell her to!”

    Me: “Well, you need to calm down and understand that we don’t have what you’re looking for. So maybe you should go back to shelves and check–”

    Customer: “F**K THAT!!! IT’S NOT THERE, OKAY?! YOU NEED TO F**KING GET ME WHAT I ASK FOR!”

    Me: “That’s it. Get out of my store.”

    Customer: “What? NO!”

    Me: “Sir, get out, or I have to take you out.”

    Customer: “Then do it!”

    (I go around the counter and approach the customer. I yank him by his collar & drag him to the door.)

    Me: “Now, then… you wanna apologize and maybe come back in?”

    Customer: “No! I just want my hammer! God, what is this madness?!”

    Me: *puts the customer down*

    Customer: *confused* “… What is it?”

    (I turn back to the cashier, who nods in approval. I then turn back to face the customer.)

    Me: “Madness? THIS! IS! SPARTAAAAAAAAA!” *kicks customer out of store and slams door*

    Thank You For Shopping At ApocalypseMart

    | Jensen Beach, FL, USA | Top, Wild & Unruly

    (It’s Halloween, and I’m dressed up as a vampire and wearing a pentacle necklace. The crew is planning on going out after work for a party.)

    Me: “Did you find everything you needed tonight?”

    Customer: “Yes, thank you. Can I just say that I think it was very nice of them to let you all dress up for tonight? I really like what you have on.”

    Me: “Thank you, ma’am.”

    Customer: “But don’t you think you took it a little too far?”

    Me: “Uh… took what too far?”

    Customer: “Well I understand that you’re supposed to be some type of vampire, but don’t you think that necklace is taking it too far?”

    Me: “Oh, that. That’s not part of my costume, I always wear that.”

    Customer: *loudly* “Well if you want to risk burning in H*** for wearing that devil worshiping symbol, that’s just fine with me… but they shouldn’t be letting you wear that here in a public place!”

    Me: *sarcastically* “Well, why shouldn’t they let me wear it? After all, we all practice together and I’m the high priestess. In fact as soon as you leave, we’re gonna close up the store, start a bonfire in the parking lot, and then dance naked around it until dawn.”

    Customer, to one of my managers: “Aren’t you going to do anything about what she said to me?”

    Manager #1: “Yes, ma’am. As soon as you leave, we’re going to close the store.”

    Customer: “THAT’S IT?!”

    Manager #2: “Of course not, ma’am. You heard the rest of our… plans.”

    (And with the kind of timing that only happens once in a lifetime, a stock boy unwittingly walks out of the back room while taking his uniform shirt off at the same time. The customer practically runs out of the store.)

    Fighting Fire With Fire

    | Belgium | Awesome Customers, Family & Kids, Food & Drink, Top, Wild & Unruly

    (A father is letting five kids make a complete mess of the restaurant. They’re ripping napkins and using it as confetti, breaking chopsticks and screaming their little heads off.)

    Me: “Sir, I’m going to have to ask you to tell them to stop doing that. They are disturbing the other customers.”

    Father: *beaming* “No.”

    Me: “No, as in, no you won’t tell them to stop it?”

    Father: *still beaming*“Yes.”

    (I have to get back to work at this point and sure enough, the kids keep misbehaving. Several customers complain to me but I have no authority to throw them out. The last to complain is a table with about eight young guys.)

    Customer 1: “So there’s nothing you can do about them?”

    Me: “I’m so very sorry sir, but no. I can get you a drink from the house to make up for it.”

    Customer 2: “No, that won’t do.”

    Me: “Well, I can see if I can get you a free desert…”

    Customer 2: “Not what I meant. Can’t you get your boss?”

    Me: “I’m afraid he’s not in, sir.”

    Customer 1: “Well we won’t accept any free stuff. I bet that would come out of your pay.”

    Customer 3: “Hold on…”

    (The customer gets up and the others immediately follow him to the noisy, messy table. They’re now surrounded by eight tall young men who look mighty pissed.)

    Customer 3, to the father: “Tell them to stop it.”

    Father: *still beaming* “No.”

    Customer 1: “You’re upsetting the waitress.”

    Father: “Do you guys even work here?”

    Customer 1: “No, we’re from that prison up the street. We’re out on parole. Funny coincidence, we all served seven years for kidnapping and murdering a bunch of noisy brats and a jerk who made minimum-wage waitresses cry.”

    (At this point the kids become very, very quiet and the other patrons start giggling and staring.)

    Father: “You’re lying.”

    Customer 4: “Wanna take that chance, buddy?”

    (One more lecherous grin was enough to send the whole bunch of misfits scurrying to the exit. My knights in shining armor actually got applause from the other diners and a free meal from me.)

    Bull In A China Shop

    , | Dubai, UAE | Top, Wild & Unruly

    (Back story: our local government has banned Grand Theft Auto 4, but this was never publicly announced. I put up a sign that said in big letters “GTA IV IS BANNED AND IS NOT AVAILABLE FOR SALE”.)

    Me: “Good evening, how can I help you?”

    Customer: “I wanna buy Grand Theft Auto 4.”

    Me: “I’m sorry, sir, but that game is unavailable as it is banned in Dubai.”

    Customer: “So… how much?”

    Me: “It’s banned. You can’t buy it in the country.”

    Customer: “Ahh, wait, I see the sign. Sorry, I didn’t notice it before…”

    (He spends several minutes studying the sign intently.)

    Customer: “Can you reserve a copy for me or what?”

    Me: “Sir, you cannot buy it. If I even had a copy and sold it to you, it would be illegal… do you understand?”

    Customer: “So, I can’t buy it?”

    Me: “That’s correct.”

    Customer: “Well, I think you’re keeping it for yourself!”

    Another Customer: “Hey why don’t you just leave? The guy said you can’t buy one and the huge sign explains why you can’t.”

    Customer: “Look f**ker! I just want the game so give it to me before I seriously hurt you!”

    Me: “Just piss off, alright? I don’t have it and I wouldn’t sell it to a prick like you anyway. Now get out of my shop!”

    (The other customers in line applaud and cheer.)

    Customer: “Well gee, sorry… you don’t have to be so rude!” *walks out*

    (My blood pressure is just returning to normal when the original customer suddenly runs in COMPLETELY NAKED. Before we can react he grabs a Guitar Hero 3 guitar that is on display and proceeds to HIT ME ON THE HEAD WITH IT. My customers in line jump him and we eventually subdue him. We call the police and he was never seen again. I lost 1000 dollars worth (about 3000 dirhams, our local currency) in broken merchandise.)

    A Bad Day To Be A Pair Of Jeans

    , | Corbin, KY, USA | Health & Body, Top, Wild & Unruly

    (It was about 5 minutes to closing on a Saturday night and we had maybe 5-6 employees working all female. A new bar had just opened next door, and a drunk man wandered in.)

    Drunk Man: “I need to buy some matches.”

    Me: “I’m sorry sir. We don’t sell matches–only clothes.”

    Drunk Man: “Well, then sell me a lighter. I need a cigarette.”

    Me: “I’m sorry, sir. We don’t sell lighters or matches, just clothes.”

    Drunk Man: “D*mn it, just give me one.”

    Me: “I don’t have one, sir, or trust me I would.”

    Drunk Man: “You lying b**ch! Give me a f**king match you b**ch!”

    Me: “Sir, you need to leave or I’m calling the police. We don’t have lighters or matches. I’m sorry, but I can’t help you.”

    Drunk Man: “I’ll get it myself!”

    (He storms off toward the men’s department. I call my co-worker in that department, then call the manager to give them a heads up. A few minutes later the man goes running out (empty handed) and my co-worker is racing after him. She grabs my phone and starts screaming over the intercom for our manager. I asked her what happened.)

    Coworker: “He pissed all over the Levis!”

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