Category: Bad Behavior

Don’t Chew The Fat With Me If You Can’t Handle It

| OR, USA | At The Checkout, Bad Behavior, Health & Body

(I’ve recently given birth to a gorgeous baby girl, and while I’ve now returned to my job, I haven’t yet managed to shed the weight I put on during my pregnancy.)

Customer: “D***, you’ve really gotten fat!”

Me: *silently checking out his purchases*

Customer: “I mean, I’ve only been coming here for like a year so that is some incredible weight gain!”

Me: *just shrugs and keeps scanning his purchases*

Customer: “So…what’s the deal? Boyfriend left ya? Job getting to ya? Feeling like the only reason for living is to get to the bottom of your third tub of ice cream?”

Me: “That’ll be [price].”

(The customer doesn’t pull out his wallet just yet.)

Customer: “Well, are you gonna answer me, whale?”

Me: “First off, let me ask this: what is your endgame here?”

Customer: “Huh? My what?”

Me: “Your endgame. What do you hope to accomplish by insulting and belittling me here? Because so far all you’re doing is making yourself look like a complete idiot to everyone around you.”

(The customer turns and notices the rest of the line is staring at him, some in shock and some in quiet disdain.)

Customer: “I… uh… well… so you know you’re a fat-a** and do something about it!”

Me: “I am doing something about it. I put on this weight because I was pregnant. Now I’m hitting the gym at least four times a week so I’ll no doubt lose it again.”

Customer: “Well… uh… I dunno, then! I didn’t think you were going to quiz me about this!”

Me: “Your total is still [price].”

Customer: “No! F*** you, fat b****! Now I feel bad and it’s all your fault!”

(He storms off, leaving me to have to void his entire transaction.)

Me: “I apologize for this. It won’t take me more than a minute.”

Next Customer In Line: “How… How did you keep your cool through that?”

Me: “Ten hours of labor and a baby that made every bit of pain totally worth it. After that, it takes a lot more than a moron’s poorly chosen words to hurt me.”

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Just Three Hot Minutes Away From Complete Anarchy

, | Port St Lucie, FL, USA | Bad Behavior, Wild & Unruly

(I am the manager for a busy fast food chain. Naturally, when we run out of product because it sells quicker than expected, we have to cook more.)

Drive-Thru: “Sir, it’ll be about three minutes for the chicken to finish cooking. Do you want something else or is waiting okay?”

Customer #1: “No, I’ll wait. Just don’t forget about me.” *drives forward and parks*

(The chicken has just come up not even three minutes later and we are in the process of assembling his sandwiches when the customer comes storming inside. So of course I think to myself: “yup, here comes Hell*)

Customer #1: “F**K THIS! I HAD TO WAIT FOR MY FOOD TO COOK. YOU KNOW WHAT? I ORDER HERE EVERYDAY! I WANT MY F***ING FOOD OR MY F***ING MONEY!”

(At this point he is screaming at the top of his lungs, in front of all my other guests.)

Me: “Okay, sir, just give me one moment. Your food just came up. I’ve got it right here for you.”

Customer #1: “F**K THIS. THIS IS A WASTE OF F***ING TIME. I WANT MY FOOD OR MY F***ING MONEY.”

(The food is in my hand, in front of him, as he is screaming this.)

Other Manager: “Sir, she has it ready. Just please stop cursing at us. We have it for you.”

Customer #1: “F*** YOU!”

(At this point there are children inside with another customer.)

Customer #2: “Sir, please stop.”

Customer #1: “YOU WANT TO FIGHT? COME OUT HERE AND FIGHT ME!”

Customer #2: “Sir. There’s no need to curse, that’s all I’m saying.”

Customer #1: “THIS IS F****** AMERICA! I CAN SAY WHATEVER THE F*** I WANT. SO SHUT YOUR GOD-D*** MOUTH!”

(Finally, after five minutes of screaming over the food, he snatches it out of my hand nearly ripping the bag and storms off out the door.)

Customer #2: “What was his problem?”

(We all couldn’t help but just start laughing.)

Rage Against The Machine, Part 5

| ON, Canada | At The Checkout, Bad Behavior, Technology

(I’m working the self-scans. I had just noticed a pattern of, while I wasn’t looking, someone scanning the same items — two salads — onto a couple different machines and then being gone by the time I looked. Whenever I see a machine with a couple things on the order but neither the customer or their items anywhere, I cancel it to free up the machine. Finally, I spot the customer with the salads fighting with the machine.)

Customer: *shoves coins into the coin acceptor, which spits them back out every time*

Me: *approaches customer* “Ma’am, right now the machine wants to know if you want to purchase any bags.”

Customer: “No.” *frantically slams her finger against the screen in multiple places before she finally hits the NO BAGS option*

Me: “Now you just have to hit the CASH button, and then it’ll read your coins.”

Customer: *slams the cash button violently and starts shoving their coins in*

(I go to help someone else for a bit, but eventually notice the customer is having trouble getting the machine to accept one of her coins. She’s getting more and more violent and slammy as it goes on. I walk over to offer to take her coin at the till.)

Me: “Can I—”

Customer: *she interrupts, yelling right into my face* “NO!”

Me: *takes a careful step back and allows her to continue*

(It took her about five minutes to pay because of this, despite the fact it would have taken only a second had she allowed me to help her. This was the first time I’ve actually been legitimately frightened of a customer. She’s lucky she chose one of the working machines to fight with, though, because there’s one in particular that tends to eat any coins that are dropped into the coin acceptor before it’s told to expect cash. I really don’t want to think about how she might have reacted to that!)

Related:
Rage Against The Machine, Part 4
Rage Against The Machine, Part 3
Rage Against The Machine, Part 2

A Close-Knit Employee

| OH, USA | At The Checkout, Bad Behavior

(I recently started a job at a fabric store, where my main duty is to cut fabric. During my training, since I have no prior experience with fabric or sewing, I constantly ask my supervisors for answers. While I am currently on seasonal pay, the general manager has said that I am actually a part-time employee.)

Customer: *approaches me* “Miss, can you help me?”

Me: “Sure, what is it?”

Customer: “Can you recommend a spray for my tee-shirt quilt? You have two different kinds and I want to know which you think is better.”

Me: “Umm, I personally do not know, but let me ask someone who’d know.”

Customer: “Oh, you’re one of those seasonals?”

Me: *about to page my supervisor on the radio* “Yeah?”

Customer: “Figures. These days, you’ll hire anyone off the streets who can wield scissors.”

(I have no answer to that. I page my supervisor and get an answer. Before I can relay it, the customer continues on.)

Customer: “What experience DO you have with fabric?”

Me: “None, but—”

Customer: “Figures. I probably won’t see you after January.”

Me: “But I am the only employee who knows a lick about knitting.”

(The customer had the decency to look ashamed! As for my knowledge of sewing, my supervisor and my mother are both teaching me.)

That’s Your Parking Lot In Life

| Denver, CO, USA | Bad Behavior, Crazy Requests

(We have two towers in our hotel, with two separate sets of elevators. There are two parking garage levels on the far side of the hotel, in the west tower; the front desk is in the east tower.)

Lady: *rushing up, dragging her suitcase, breathless* “I’m really frustrated I can’t find your parking garage!”

Me: “Okay. When you parked, did you go UP a ramp or DOWN a ramp?”

Lady: “Neither. I went out the car wash exit and around the back.”

Me: “Okay, that’s our employee lot. Go back to that green sign behind you, take a left, go ALLLLL the way down that hallway, and there’s a door that says ‘Watch Your Step.’ Go through that door and you’ll be in the correct garage.”

Lady: “So I go to the end of the hallway, turn left and it’s there?”

Me: “No. Go to the green sign that says West Tower, has an arrow on it. Turn left. Follow that hallway all the way down — it kind of jags back there — and at the end, where the elevators are, is the door you need. Don’t go up the elevators; go through the door next to them.”

Lady: *stares at me for a second, confused* “Oh, okay.”

(She turns around and starts walking. She passes the green sign.)

Me: “Ma’am? Ma’am! Left! TURN LEFT!”

(She reaches the end of the lobby and turns down the wrong hallway. A few moments later I see a coworker escorting her back through the lobby while she is berating him. Later…)

Coworker: “That lady was so rude.”

Me: “Yeah, she didn’t really follow directions too well.”

Coworker: *nonplussed* “She told me I should build easier parking lots.”

Me: “Because you’re clearly the person responsible for how our parking lot is configured.”

(My coworker is 17, and looks it.)

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