Unfiltered Story #117784

| Unfiltered | July 30, 2018

(I work at an old bakery that my grandmother used to work at.Most of my coworkers either worked with my grandma while she was still alive or have frequented the bakery as children.I have an angel heart tattoo on my arm.Two male customers come in,one reeks of alcohol.)

Customer #1:Hey angel,give me something sweet and I might do as well.*wink*
Customer #2:We’ll take 5 chocolate and 3 almond cookies.
Me:*trying to keep calm and handing them the order*Okay,that’ll be [price].Cash or credit?
Customer #1:That pretty face deserves lotta cash.Here you go angel tits.

(I put on my best customer service smile and extend my arm to take the cash but he slaps it away and tries to shove the bills in my cleavage,keep in mind that I’m wearing a high neck shirt,for a solid minute.)

Me:Okay,that’s enough buddy.This can go one of two ways:1.you either keep your hands home before you lose them,pay and get the hell out or 2.You get escorted out with no food and a harassment charge.What will it be,honey?
Customer #2:Just go sit in the car,man.

(Customer #1 mumbles something and walks out.)

Customer #2:You have to forgive him,he’s drunk.
Me:Being drunk doesn’t give him an excuse to act like a jackass.Enjoy your cookies while they’re intact and please never come back unless both of you are sober.

(He quietly paid and walked out.My manager approached me,laughing.)

Me:Am I in trouble?
Manager:Hell no,that reminds me of the times when Veronica was here.
Coworker:Except no one walked out with a boot tattooed on their ass.

(When I thought my respect for grandma couldn’t be any higher.)

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