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Category: Bad Behavior

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Smile And Say Cheese(cake)!

| Peoria, AZ, USA | Bad Behavior, Food & Drink, Popular

(I’m a hostess at a very popular restaurant. At this point in the night, I’ve been kept four hours late and I’m just exhausted. A server comes over to me and asks me to run some cheesecakes for him. Begrudgingly, I say I will. I go to the table and set the cheesecakes down. Their table has already been cleared.)

Me: “Would you like some utensils for your cheesecakes?”

Customer: *terribly sarcastic* “No, we’re going to eat it with our hands.”

Me: “Enjoy!”

(I spun around and walked away with the biggest smile on my face.)

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Murdering Your Opinion

, | VA, USA | Bad Behavior, Books & Reading, Popular

(I work six hour day shifts on summer weekdays. As long as everything is clean and full, we’re allowed to read a book. I’m reading quietly, but set my book aside as the lone male customer approaches. I take his order, and we’re waiting for his card to go through when this happens.)

Customer: *gestures to book, the cover of which is hidden* “So, what trashy romance novel are we reading today? Twilight? Fifty Shades of Grey?”

Me: *silently holds up the book so he can see the title, which is “Murder on the Orient Express” by Agatha Christie*

Customer: “Oh… That’s a classic.”

Me: “Yes, sir. Now let me get you your ice cream.”

(Being pretentious about books is obnoxious. If he hadn’t been a customer I would have said something, but I could tell he was embarrassed when he left.)

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Peppered With Bad Behavior

| Paris, France | Bad Behavior, Criminal & Illegal, Popular, Wild & Unruly

(I am a European student in Paris, working as a night manager/cashier for an Internet cafe. Around 11 pm, three young guys, Americans, come into the store. I notice they are drunk and the store policy states that they should be refused entry. I speak both French and English very well, so I choose English.)

Me: “Good evening!”

Guy: “Hey! We need a computer!”

Me: “I am sorry, it is not possible. You are a bit drunk and the store policy prevents me to serve you.”

Guy: “This is bull-s***! You’re being racist with us!”

(I have to mention that I am white Caucasian, just like they are.)

Me: “I can’t be racist with you in any way! I am not even French myself!”

(One of them starts to insult and threaten me.)

Me: “No problem. If you do not wish to leave, I will call the police.”

(On the counter there is a phone. Before I can move, he takes the phone.)

Guy: “You can’t do that!”

Me: “Please give me back the phone and leave the store at once!”

Guy: “No, and f*** you!”

(At that moment I took out a police-strength pepper spray I had under the counter (I never had to use it before or after, although I had some rough customers sometimes) and shot all three of them in the face. Their faces burned, they run away to a restaurant across the street to wash their faces and then they sat down on the sidewalk for a long time, away from my store. The store itself was barely breathable and I had to evacuate all customers for 15 minutes and give them free drinks. My bosses had nothing to say to this but praise me for making quick decisions and defending their property.)