Category: Bad Behavior

This Customer Is Not Worth A Dime

| FL, USA | At The Checkout, Bad Behavior

(I currently have a line at my register of a few people when two customers walk up to the side to ask a question. I’ve just finished with one person so I decided to quickly answer them before starting the next.)

Customer #1: “So, what is the price of this hat?”

(I flip the hat over and read the price printed on it.)

Me: “And just so you know, that’s actually part of the buy one get one half off, if you want to grab another hat.”

Customer #1: “Oh, okay!” *begins talking to her friend*

Me: *to the next person in line* “Hey, you ready to check out?”

Customer #2: “Oh, yeah, thanks.”

Customer #1: “Um, excuse me, you just cut in front of me in line, JUST SO YOU KNOW!” *storms off*

Customer #2: “Um… I’m sorry?”

Me: “Don’t worry about it; you were here first. I just answered a question for her really quick. Technically she skipped you.”

(About 10-15 minutes pass by and I get everyone else in line all dealt with when the girl comes back with two hats. I go through the process of asking for her email with she rolls her eyes at, then ring up her items and tell her the price.)

Customer #1: “Why is it that much?”

Me: “Well, it took [amount] off of this hat.”

Customer #1: “So the cheaper one was half off?”

Me: “…Yeah.”

Customer #1: “Why, that’s stupid. It should be the more expensive one. That’s LOGIC.”

(At this point, I’m annoyed. I’ve had a long day of frustrating customers and this girl has been rude from the start, so I couldn’t be bothered with being all smiles.)

Me: “Well, it’s a business and we’ve gotta make money.”

Customer #1: “Well, your business is stupid.”

Me: “…Okay. Do you still want to get both hats?”

Customer #1: “UGH. I guess.”

(I take her money and hand her her change, then SHE drops a dime on the floor trying to put it in her wallet.)

Customer #1: “Hey, open your register and give me a new dime!”

Me: “Uh… I can’t do that.”

Customer #1: “You have to. You can’t steal money from me!”

Me: “I can’t just take money out of the register. That would leave me short at the end of the night.”

Customer #1: “So? You need to give me another dime or you’re stealing from me.”

Me: “I can’t. I don’t owe you any more change. You dropped the dime.”

Customer #1: “I’M NEVER SHOPPING HERE AGAIN! THIS BUSINESS SUCKS!” *storms out of the store*

Manager: *who’s seen the whole thing* “We can only hope…”

A Big Fat Irony

| Denmark, Aarhus | Bad Behavior, Food & Drink, Health & Body

Customer: “Hi, I would like one skinny latte, please. No sugar.”

Me: “I am sorry, ma’am. We don’t have nonfat milk, but I can make you a latte with skimmed milk which only has 0.5% fat.”

Customer: “Ugh, no thanks. That is still too much.”

Me: “Well, I am sorry, ma’am. Is there anything else I can help you with?”

Customer: “Yes, I would like a chocolate cream cake, and can you cut it into pieces so I can eat it in the bus?”

H2-Slow To Realise

, | Chicago, IL, USA | Bad Behavior, Food & Drink

(I work at a sno-cone stand for my uncle, and as it is usually very hot, my stand almost always has a line. Customer #1 is sitting at a picnic table off to the side, not in line.)

Customer #1: “Excuse me, can I get a water?”

Me: “I’m sorry, sir, in just a moment, after I help this girl with her cone.”

Customer #1: “I don’t care! I’m thirsty and it’s hot. Do you want me to become dehydrated and die?!”

Me: *getting sick of people not waiting in line and expecting service* “Frankly, sir, I don’t care. There is a line, that you can see is quite long, and you are currently at the end of it.”

Customer #1: “WOW! I should tell your boss about how terrible your service is. You’re being a b***!”

Customer #2: *a regular* “Go ahead, dude. It doesn’t matter; that’s her uncle.”

A Little Bird Told Me That This Customer Is An A**

| USA | Bad Behavior, Pets & Animals

(I work at an animal shelter that only takes dogs and cats. Despite this, a man walks in with a scarlet macaw in what looks like one of those old-fashioned hanging canary cages that is obviously much too small for it.)

Me: “Can I help you, sir?”

Man: “I don’t want this parrot anymore.”

Me: “I’m sorry, sir, but this shelter only takes cats and dogs. We don’t have the necessary provisions to care for exotic birds.”

Man: “What do you mean you don’t take birds? You’ve always taken birds here!”

Me: “No, sir, I’m pretty sure we haven’t. Only cats and dogs.”

Man: “What am I supposed to do with this thing then? I bought it for my daughter’s sixth birthday two months ago but she got bored with it already because it doesn’t talk! All it does is scream!”

(Almost as if by command, the parrot starts screaming. I have to start talking loudly to be heard over it.)

Me: “Well, sir, I actually have a list here of other shelters and rescues in the immediate area, and I can give you the address of a bird rescue that’s a few blocks from here, or if you’d prefer, I know of a vet clinic that accepts animals that their owners can no longer care for. I’m pretty sure they accept birds.”

Man: “I don’t have time for this! I have things to do! I’ll just leave it here and you can take the bird there yourself!”

Me: “I can’t do that for you, sir. You’re going to have to take the bird.”

Man: “So are you saying you aren’t going to take the parrot for me?”

Me: “Yes sir, that’s exactly what I’m saying.”

Man: “This is unbelievable!”

(He storms out with the screaming parrot and makes sure to slam the door on the way out. A coworker who was in the back comes out to check on me.)

Coworker: “Did that man just say he bought a parrot for his daughter’s sixth birthday and now they don’t want it just because it doesn’t talk?”

Me: “Yes, he really did.”

Coworker: “Wow. They really need to make it mandatory to take a test to prove you actually know what you’re doing to weed out the idiots before you can get pets.”

Me: “You should have seen the cage it was in, too. There weren’t any toys and it was really small and something tells me that it wasn’t just a travel cage.”

(Nothing much happened after that until about an hour later when an elderly woman came in.)

Me: “How can I help you, ma’am?”

Woman: “Oh, I would just like to adopt another cat, preferably one that’s a little older.”

Me: “Certainly, ma’am. I’ll gladly help you find the right cat for you.”

Woman: “Also did you know there’s a parrot sitting in a cage outside?”

Me: “There’s what?”

(Sure enough, the man left the parrot sitting outside on the sidewalk, exposed to the cold November air. We brought the bird in and warmed him up and despite having sat out in the cold for an hour, he was perfectly okay. The man had the audacity to come in a week later with his daughter, who acted like a spoiled brat the entire time, and demanded to adopt a puppy, but thankfully when I told my boss who he was, she let us refuse to give them an animal. The story had a happy ending, though. One of my coworkers stopped in to pick up her paycheck and saw us with the parrot and immediately fell in love with him and decided to take him home with her. He got along well with her other parrot and now has a happy home with someone who doesn’t care that he doesn’t talk. She named him Screechy.)

Doesn’t Take Account Of The Line

| RI, USA | Bad Behavior

(I have just got home from college out of state. I have opened an account with a new bank while at college, but want to move my money into an account in my home state with the same bank.)

Teller: “Okay, so you want to open an account here and transfer your savings. Would you please have a seat in our waiting area? Someone will be right with you.”

(I go to sit down. I’m the only one there, so I figure I’m next. Five minutes later, a filthy older man comes in and sits down in a chair nearby, reeking of beer and muttering to himself.)

Man: “D*** b**** better keep her god-d*** mouth shut… Can’t take it… Can’t… F***** b****… Doesn’t respect me… No respect… Never get respect. He better shut his f***** mouth… I’ll kill him… Got enough bullets… I’ll get him… I’ll get that b****… Talkin’ about me… Teach her to keep her d*** mouth shut…”

(He continues to mutter to himself as I remain as still and quiet as I can. An employee walks out to smile at me, having seen me sit down first. The man gets up and instantly walks to her.)

Man: “I need help with my account… It’s busted…”

Employee #1: “Oh… um, okay… Right this way…” *looks to me and mouths ‘sorry!’ as they go into her cubicle*

(Five minutes later…)

Employee #2: “Hey, I’m so sorry about that… He comes in every week and just… Yeah.”

Me: “Oh, it’s okay. If he honestly believed that he was first in line, I was NOT going to tell him otherwise.”

Employee: *nods, looking scared*