(I am working at the cutting table at a fabric store when a woman charges up to the table, bypassing others waiting in line.)

Customer: “You need to cut this fabric for me right now!”

Me: “I’m sorry, ma’am, but there is a line and I am helping other customers.”

Customer: “How dare you talk back to me! You are here to serve me. You work for me! You are my servant and you need to listen to what I say!”

Me: “With all due respect, ma’am, I work for [craft store], not you. Now, please wait in line and I will help you when your turn comes.”

(The woman proceeds to throw her fabric on my head and knock down three display bolts. My manager calls the police and she is escorted out of the store, still ranting.)

Customer: *while being escorted out by the police* “You’re all my servants!”