Unfiltered Story #193797

, , | Unfiltered | May 5, 2020

So I volunteer at a charity store, that is actually really big. We sell furniture, brick a brack and clothes etc. At the rear of the store is a set of big red doors clearly marked: staff only (with multiple large and obvious signs).

For the third time in one day, a customer came out the back, and started browsing through plastic bags and bins of unpriced goods as if she didn’t have a care in the world.

My manager for the day had had enough. So when the woman noticed us sorting merchandise, she started to say “hey-”

And my manager just pointed and said, “get the f**k out.”

Both their expressions were priceless!