Unfiltered Story #195890

I’m at my register when a customer sets his things down on a different register with no cashier.

“I’m at this register, sir.”

Silence. He just stares at me.

“I’m open at this register,” I say again pointing to where I am.

Again he just states at me. So I walk over, grab his stuff and bring it over to my register. He looks mad and comes over.

“Shit, I thought you were talking to someone else.” His tone is rude too and his kid with him just grimaces.

There was no one else around. I just rang him up, gave him his change and told him to have a good day. His response?

“Fuck you,” as he walks out the door.