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Category: Bad Behavior

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The Only Weight I Want To Lose Is The One Behind Me

| MI, USA | At The Checkout, Bad Behavior, Food & Drink, Popular

(I am a customer in this story. I also am only 14, and look really young. I’m in line by myself.)

Me: *to cashier* “Hi! Can I have a kid soft serve and a small chili cheese fry?”

Woman Behind Me: “NO!”

Me: “…”

Cashier: “Well, what do you want?”

Me: “…I want a kids soft serve and a small chili cheese fry.”

Woman Behind Me: “I told you, no!” *to cashier* “Make that a large ice cream, and a double chili cheese fry. Also, get her a large sundae.”

Me: “But… I don’t want that!”

Woman: “Just get it.”

(The cashier leaves to make the food, while I’m in shock.)

Woman Behind Me: “So, how old are you? 10?”

Me: “I’m 14…”

Woman: “Pshh. Already counting calories? Trying to lose weight?”

Me: “…”

(The cashier comes out, holding the sundae, large ice cream, and a double order of fries.)

Me: “I can’t pay for this…”

Woman: “Kids these days, making adults pay for everything they want. Wait here. I’ll get more money.” *she walks away*

Me: “Can I have my food now?”

Cashier: “What do you mean?”

Me: “My food, not what that lady ordered.”

Cashier: “Listen, your mom knows what you should eat. Listen to her.”

Me: “I have never met that lady before.”

Cashier: *awkward pause* “I’ll change your order…”

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License To Be An A**-Hole

| NC, USA | Bad Behavior, Crazy Requests, Popular

(I work the knife display and license-sale counter at a well-known sporting goods store. We are currently having problems with our state-issued fishing and hunting license printer, so there is a huge sign on both accessible sides of the counter informing customers that we cannot sell any licenses at this time. I am currently assisting a young lady who is looking for a knife for her husband’s birthday when a man walks up and strikes the other side of the counter behind me with his fist.)

Me: *turning to him, startled* “I will be right with you, sir.”

Male Customer: “You d***-well had better be. I am not going to wait here all day for service!”

Female Customer: *sensing an issue* “It’s fine if you want to help him first; I am still choosing, anyway.”

Me: *to Male Customer* “Yes, sir, how may I help you today?”

Male Customer: *waving his ID in my face* “Well, this is the license counter, ain’t it? So OBVIOUSLY I want a LICENSE, don’t I?”

Me: *pointing to the poster size sign he is currently standing right in front of* “I apologize, sir, but we cannot issue licenses at this time. The closest license retailer to us is on [Road five minutes away].”

Male Customer: *cramming his wallet back in his pocket* “You just don’t know how to print a f***ing license. Where’s someone else to help?”

Me: “Sir, you can have one issued to you on [Road five minutes away] by [Sister Store] or by [Competitor Store on same road]. We cannot print any licenses at this time. I apologize for the inconvenience.”

Male Customer: “I ain’t goin’ to [Road five minutes away] and I sure as s*** ain’t going to [Sister Store]. Where. Can. I. Get. A license. TODAY?!”

Me: “Sir, the closest place you can get one is [Road five minutes away] at [Sister Store] OR at [Competitor Store on same road].”

Male Customer: “Do you not understand…? Y’know what, NEVER MIND!” *storms away*

Me: “Have a great day!”

Male Customer: *shouting* “F*** YOU!”

Female Customer: *flabbergasted* “Does he know you work around knives? I would cut his balls right off!”

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Drowning In Bad Parenting

| USA | Bad Behavior, Family & Kids, Popular

(I am teaching a swim class of school-aged children when a parent plops a three-year-old child on the steps into the water and walks away.)

Me: “Hi. Do you know which class he’s in?”

Parent: “He’s with you!”

Me: “No, he’s not. I’m teaching older kids now. Do you know the name of his class?”

Parent: “He’s with you! He’s in your class! Sweetie, run to your teacher!”

(The child starts running to me and promptly face-plants in the shallow water, requiring me to rescue him.)

Me: *to parent* “No, he is NOT with me.” *to child* “Sweetie, are you okay? Go back to your mom, please.”

Parent: “He’s with you! Why don’t you know your own students? [Child], go with your class.”

(At this point another teacher comes over to see what is going on.)

Teacher #2: “No, he’s not in my class either.”

Me: “No. He can’t get into the pool until we know whose class he’s in.”

Parent: “Go with your class!”

(The child makes a beeline through the shallow water at me and the second teacher, running right off the top step into deeper water. Teacher #2 and I have to grab him to prevent him from sinking.)

Parent: “You almost drowned my kid! I’m going to complain.”

(Turned out, it was the three-year-old child’s first day of class. She’d signed him up after class started for the session, did not know what class level he was in, plopped him in the pool without bothering to find out, went to leave, and then twice directed him to join a random class against the orders of staff, requiring us to rescue him twice. She had the audacity to be mad at us! We could have reported her for neglect.)