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Category: Bad Behavior

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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.)

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Save The Bad Vibes For The Bad Customers

| Canada | Bad Behavior, Crazy Requests, Language & Words, Popular

(I work in a toy store at customer service. A new flyer comes out every Friday, which is the day that this call takes place.)

Me: “Good morning. [Company and Location]. This is [My Name]. How can I help you?”

Customer: “I’m looking for [particular toy] in your flyer. Can you please put one on hold for me?”

Me: “If you would give me a few minutes I can confirm for you that we do have them in stock, and I will place a hold for you.”

(Puts customer on hold.)

Coworker: *to me* “We don’t have any of those; we sold out of them before the sale even started.”

Me: *picks up phone* “Hello. So, unfortunately it looks like we don’t have any of that toy in stock. Would you like me to issue you a rain check or check another store in the area to see if they have it?”

Customer: *yelling* “What the h*** is your problem? Every time I call you never have what I’m looking for!”

Me: “I’m sorry; I understand how that might be frustrating. Unfortunately, the flyers are run country-wide, so sometimes the stock in a few stores can be quite low at the time of a sale.”

Customer: “What kind of half-a**ed excuse is that? I’m not digging your vibe; give me a manager.”

Me: *holds the phone out to a manager without putting customer on hold* “Someone isn’t digging my vibe on line one. Can you please speak to her?”

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Her Bark Is Worse Than Her Dog’s Bite

| ON, Canada | Bad Behavior, Family & Kids, Pets & Animals, Popular

(I work in a coffee shop, and it is against the rules to bring pets into the store. A young woman comes inside, yelling into a phone. A two-year-old child is with her. A few minutes later she brings her dog inside, too.)

Customer: *yelling into phone* “I don’t f****** care! Get me a f****** ride!”

Coworker: “I’m sorry, ma’am, you need to take your dog outside.”

Customer: “F*** off, I’ll take him outside soon.”

(The customer then proceeds to continue yelling into the phone.)

Coworker: “Ma’am, you need to take your dog outside right now.”

Customer: “I said f*** off; I’ll take him outside in a second!”

(The customer proceeds to scream into the phone, looking back at my coworker every couple of seconds to scream at her, too.)

Coworker: “Ma’am, if you refuse to speak to me politely and don’t take your dog outside, we will call the pol—”

Customer: “CALL THE F****** POLICE, THEN!”

(We call the police, who find her camped out in our drive-thru, still screaming into her phone. The last we see of her, she’s being taken away by the cops, with her child in a separate cruiser.)

Me: “Do you want to know the scariest part of all that?”

Coworker: “What?”

Me: “During the entirety of that whole exchange, that kid didn’t bat an eye. Didn’t cry or anything.”

Coworker: “That is terrifying.”

(You can tell that child was used to her mother’s tantrums.)