Category: Bad Behavior

Wish They Would Stay Hidden

| Boston, MA USA | Bad Behavior, Family & Kids

(My sister and niece are visiting, so the four of us take them to eat at a local restaurant. It is fairly late at night, 8:30 pm, and the restaurant isn’t terribly crowded. We sit down with our menus and start perusing them when we hear a small child with a very loud voice yelling.)

Child: “8… 9… 10! Ready or not, here I come!”

(It soon becomes apparent that four children under the age of five are playing hide and seek in the restaurant. They are running around the entire (thankfully half empty) place, hiding under tables and behind columns, practically doing laps, and counting at the top of their lungs. There are four adult women, presumably moms, who are chatting the entire time. They are done eating – check is on the table – but they sit there and chat for 45 minutes while their kids run around… and around… and around. One of them finally gets up, but it’s to take a picture of the kids hiding under a table, not to ask them to stop. When they FINALLY leave, we have a conversation with our lovely, patient waitress:)

Me: “Oh, my God, who lets their kids play hide and seek in a restaurant?”

Waitress: “You didn’t see the best part. One of their kids ran up to a table of strangers, stood right next to the table, and coughed all over their food. The other family was totally revolted – you could see it in their face. And the mom came over and TOOK PICTURES!”

(We left her a 20% tip just for having to deal with that!)

Giving Asthma Sufferers A Bad Name

| North Little Rock, AR, USA | Bad Behavior, Criminal & Illegal, Health & Body

(I am working at our main circulations desk when three gentlemen come off the elevator. One of them is slumped over and is being dragged by two men at his sides. The middle man is rasping and is semi slumped over.)

Me: “Sir, is your friend going to be okay? Should I call the ambulance?”

Patron #1: “No, he’s fine. He needs his inhaler, is all.”

Patron #2: “We live right around the block. I think he can make it.

Patron #3: *wheezing* “No…” *wheeze* “…ambulance…” *wheeze*

(I’m a little dubious, but all three of them seem unwilling for emergency help. That sends warning signals off in my head.)

Me: “All right, but let me know if you need any help.”

Patron #3: *drops to the floor* “Can’t… breath…”

(Patron #3 is having a lot of trouble breathing. The other two guys ask that I call 911. At one point during the call Patron #3 passes out and stops breathing. My manager rushes down stairs and directs the EMT to the patron.)

EMT #1: “Sir, they tell us you think you’re having an asthma attack. I have to sit you up for a bit.”

Patron #3: *wheezes* “I can’t sit up!”

EMT #1: “Don’t worry, I gotcha.” *sits [Patron #3] up*

(The EMT checks the patron out but declares he is not having an asthma attack.)

Patron #2: “What the f*** man! You scared the s*** outta us and you ain’t even having an asthma attack!?”

EMT #2: “You’re not having an asthma attack.”

Patron #3: *passes out again*

Patron #2: “Calm down man. It could be something else, we don’t know yet.”

EMT #1: *lifts patrons #3 hand and drops it* “Look, guys, he’s not even passed out. Normally if he was, his hand would fall, but before it hits his face it hovers mid air.”

(We all turn to watch as the EMT lifts his hand and drop it an inch from Patron #3’s face. Of course the hand hovers before he hits himself.)

Patron #2: “What the f***?!”

Patron #1: “You gotta calm down. We’re in a library!”

EMT #2: “Has your friend taking any medication or drugs recently?”

(Both Patron #1 and Patron #2 look back and forth between each other but neither wants to say.)

EMT #2: “We’re not the cops; we just need to know where we should go from here.”

Patron #3: *springs back to life* “I… NEED… OXYGEN… YOU… AIN’T TAKING ME!”

EMT #1: “You’ve got to calm down. We won’t take you anywhere you don’t want to go, but we gotta figure out what’s wrong with you first.”

Patron #3: “I got asthma, that’s what’s wrong! D*** doctors don’t know anything!” *wheeze*

(Patron #3 starts screaming randomly. The EMTs are getting frustrated at the whole group when Patron #2 finally gives them a little bit of information.)

Patron #2: “He’s been drinking all day.”

Patron #3: “Ain’t been drinking! I haven’t had anything to drink!”

Patron #1: “Don’t lie, man. These guys are here to help you.”

EMT #1: “Is that all he’s had today?”

Patron #2: “Well… he’s had [illegal substance], too.”

(Patron #3 stands up and starts swinging at anyone close to him.)

Patron #3: “Get off me man!”

(The cops arrive and try to calm the situation down.)

EMT #1: “Look, we can take him to the hospital right now. They’ll be able to give him something to get his breathing regular.”

Patron #1: “Yah, that sounds good. Come on, [Patron #3], let them take you in, man.”

Patron #3: *takes a seat on the stretcher* “I…” *wheeze* “ain’t…” *wheeze* “going to no d*** hospital!”

EMT #1: “All right, all right… fine. If you can get up and leave under your own power we won’t take you to the hospital.”

(They un-strap him from the stretcher, and we all watch as he stumbles out of the library.)

Manager: “What was he on?!”

EMT #1: “[Illegal substance]. It’s pretty strong stuff. You’re lucky; 90% of the time when we get a call like this they’re are naked, afraid, and running.”

Dog Owner Getting Owned

| Denver, CO, USA | Bad Behavior, Pets & Animals

(I am training new associates on the registers at a well known Pet Store when a lady comes up with her dog.)

Customer: “My dog peed over there.” *points behind her towards the rest of the store*

(As the new associates help ring her items up I search for the cleaning spray and paper towels. When she is done getting her items, I place the paper towels and spray in front of her and say “Thank You” since at that time we had a bit of a line. A few minutes go by and there are just a few customers waiting in line. The lady comes back up.)

Customer: “Are you the manager on duty?”

Me: “No, ma’am, but I can get someone for you.”

Customer: “I have never had to clean up after my dog; what is your policy on customers cleaning up after their dogs?”

Me: *rather dumbfounded* “Ma’am, we have cleaning stations all around the store so customers can clean up after their dogs.”

Customer: “I have never had to do that. Workers always do it.”

Me: “No, ma’am.”

Customer: “I just wanted to know your policy.” *walks out the door*

(I stood dumbstruck for a few minutes trying to figure out why someone would have a dog and expect others to clean up after it. And what does she do when the dog is not in the store?)

Demanding A Slush-Fund

| Granada Hills, CA, USA | Bad Behavior, Extra Stupid, Technology

(A customer walks in and buys a Drink. It is self serve, so we show him where the machine is. Five minutes later, he walks back in, with a big stain on his shirt. He yells at me.)

Customer: “You did this to me!!!”.

(I try to calm him down but he insists that I owe him free gas.)

Me: “A child could use this machine; why can’t you?”

(After arguing for a bit, an eight-year-old child came in, bought a hot dog and a Drink, and left. The customer sheepishly left. He came back three times in the next week demanding free gas and a new Drink.)

In Receipt Of A Bad Attitude

, | MI, USA | Bad Behavior

(I work at a very well known fast food restaurant and on this particular day, while I am taking money in the drive-thru, we run out of receipt paper in the entire store. This happens very rarely so my manager tells me to make sure that every customer paying with a credit card is okay with no receipt.)

Me: “Good morning! Your total today will be [total].”

Customer: *doesn’t say anything and hands me a credit card*

Me: “Just so you know, ma’am, we are out of receipt paper today. Is that okay?”

Customer: *looks annoyed* “Yeah, sure, whatever”

Me: “Okay, great!” *slides her credit card through and hands it back* “Here you go! Have a great day!”

Customer: “Where’s my receipt?”

Me: “Ma’am, as I explained before we don’t have any receipt paper right now.”

Customer: “I don’t care! I want my receipt!” *holds out hand impatiently*

Me: “I’m sorry, ma’am, but I don’t have a receipt to give you. I can hand write you a receipt on a bag if you want.”

(At this point our drive-thru is backed up and this lady is very angry and starts yelling at me.)

Customer: “I want my receipt! It can’t be that difficult for you to understand that! Ugh! Let me speak to the manager!”

Me: “All right, ma’am, one second.”

(I bring the manager over and explain what has happened and that the customer wants to talk to a manager.)

Manager: “How can I help you?”

Customer: *angrily* “I’d like my receipt! And that girl won’t give me one!”

Manager: “I’m sorry, ma’am, we don’t have any receipt paper to print out a receipt on. We can write it on a piece of scrap paper or a bag though.”

(By now the lady is furious and her son, who I didn’t notice before, starts yelling at my manager from the backseat. He can’t be more than 9 or 10.)

Son: “You guys are so stupid! You need to just give her what she asked for!”

Customer: *to her son* “Shut up! I can handle this!” *to my manager* “This is unacceptable! Give me my money back! Is this store franchise or corporate owned?”

Manager: “This is a corporate store, ma’am”

Customer: “Well, I’m going to call corporate on you and your employee, then! This is ridiculous! You aren’t fit to be a manager and–” *pointing at me* “–she is too stupid to work here!”

(I’m in tears now and my manager is very obviously upset. She manages to stay calm and collected and refunds the customer. After the customer drives off she calls for someone else to take my place and takes me aside.)

Manager: “Did you tell her that we had no receipt paper like I said?”

Me: “Yes. I did. I swear. I told her before I even took her card.”

Manager: “Don’t worry then. It wasn’t your fault. She’s the one who’s too stupid to work here. Not you.”

(After all of this happened that lady has not come back. I have dealt with other rude customers, buts none as rude or mean as that lady.)

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