Unfiltered Story #197932
I volunteer in a charity-run café in a hospital when I am fifteen. It is pretty close to the psych ward, which leads to some… interesting encounters:
Customer: “I’ll have two sausage rolls, please.”
Me: “Okay, so that will be [total].”
Customer: “F*** you! This is my last £20!”
The customer waves the note in my face.
Me: “Miss, please calm—”
Customer: “I HAVE TO FEED MY BABY YOU ABSOLUTE C***!
(note, she was obviously over 60, and could not have had a baby)
Me: I cannot lower the price. I can cancel the transaction or return one of the sausage rolls if you want.
Customer: *screeches and swears at me, demanding a discount*
I repeat what I said before, which is what I do when I get stressed/overwhelmed. The customer continues her screaming fit.
Coworker: I’m sorry, but you cannot speak to my coworker like that. She has no control over the price, and also is a child. I need to ask you to leave.
The customer runs away screaming. I later see her being put into a wheelchair by a nurse wearing the psych ward uniform. After she left I burst into tears, and my co-worker bought me a slice of cake and sent me through to the back to calm down.
Question of the Week
Tell us your story about a customer who couldn't understand the most simple concept.