Unfiltered Story #167669

, , , | Unfiltered | September 24, 2019

(I am currently working my shift at a popular hardware store. At this time, it is before my initial treatment for my severe anxiety. My boss is very understanding of my situation, and lets me decide if I would like to climb the ladder to the top to stock those shelves since height can trigger my anxiety. Two customers in their late teens, early twenties come in on one of the rare days I decide to stock the top…)

Customer #1: “I wonder what he’s doing up there.”

(Thinking the customer is talking to themselves or something I ignore and continue.)

Customer #1: “Do you think we can get his attention?”

Customer #2: “How?”

Customer #1: “I don’t know. Maybe shake the ladder?”

(At this point, I am starting to have a minor freak out. I convince myself that I’m just paranoid and don’t think anymore of it.)

Customer #2: “We could try?”

(Suddenly, the ladder starts shaking vigorously and I scream for help and start to have a major panic attack. My coworkers and boss know me well enough to get me to calm down enough to tell what happened.)

Me: “I was stalking the shelves and it just started shaking!”

Customer #1: “Bull****! We were talking to you and you were ignoring us!”

Me: “NO! I thought you knew I was busy and were talking about someone else!”

Customer #2: “Well you should-”

Boss: “Stop talking right there! You two are BANNED from this location! You could’ve caused SERIOUS injuries! Use common sense next time, morons!”

(I soon quit after that due to me going to treatment repeatedly but my boss and I stay in contact and we have started dating!)