Unfiltered Story #206296

I’m being served in a local bookshop. A man behind the counter answers the phone. The customer is screaming so loudly I can make out what he’s saying.

Man: [Bookshop], how can I help you?

Caller: YOU BASTARDS SOLD ME THE WRONG FUCKING KINDLE! I ASKED FOR BACKLIT!

Man: I’m sorry, sir, but you have the wrong number. We don’t sell readers here.

Caller: GIVE ME A REFUND NOW! AND A FREE KINDLE!

Man: Sir, as I have said, you have the wrong number!

Caller: FUCK YOU, YOU LYING CUNT!

Man: *agitated* Sir, this phone call really serves no purpose. You have the wrong number and I can’t help you. I am going to hang up.

Caller: NO YOU FUCKING DON’T. I WANT A MANAGER, NOW!

Man: Well I fucking am. I own this shop, and I own this phone, so I am hanging up. Goodbye!

Me: … tough day?

Owner: You have no idea.

The phone rings again and the woman who served me answers it. I can hear the same caller screaming as I leave.

Good luck, guys…