Unfiltered Story #200751

I am working the front counter of a travel agency. Usually I hand out maps and tour guides to customers, answer the phones, take payments, etc…

Man: Do you have any scissors I can borrow?
Me: May I ask what for?
Man: Well, I have a little dog in my car out there *gestures to parking lot*, who had a run in with a porcupine. And I was wanting to cut the quills off my dog.
Me: (taking a second to process)…….I’m sorry but I can’t let you use our scissors for something like that.
Man: What do you mean?! I just want to cut them real quick!
Me: For sanitary reasons I can’t do that. I’m sorry.
Man: Wow, what a b****, I’m never giving you any business again! *storms out*

He walked to the cellphone store next door and came storming out of there as well. Ironically, we are also across the street from a hospital, and the vet’s office is down the road. I don’t know why he thought to stop into a random business to take care of that.