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Category: Bad Behavior

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His Hate Engine Is Running Fine, However

| Bristol, England, UK | Bad Behavior, Technology, Transportation

(I work for a small software company that had previously been owned by a well-known breakdown cover provider.)

Me: “Good morning, [Company]. How can I help?”

Customer: “I’ve broken down; I need you to come and get me.”

Me: “I’m sorry, sir, but this isn’t [Breakdown Cover Provider]; you have the wrong number.”

Customer: “WHAT?! I looked up the number on the Internet for the Bristol branch and it gave me this number. Don’t lie to me.”

Me: “This is a software company. We were previously owned by [Breakdown Cover Provider] but we haven’t been part of that company for a while.”

Customer: “Well, I don’t have time for this; you have to sort it out. I’m stuck on the side of the road and I can’t look up the number from here.”

Me: “I thought you’d already looked up the number on your phone which is how you got this number.”

Customer: “DON’T GET SMART WITH ME! Give me the god-d*** number now!”

(I realise there is no point in arguing so I look up the number on my computer whilst he is screaming at me.)

Me: “Okay, sir, the number is [number]. I hope you get everything sorted. Have a nice day.”

Customer: “Why couldn’t you just do that straight away instead of arguing with me? F*** YOU!” *hangs up*

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You Can Scream Your Lungs Out But They Still Won’t Listen

| Round Rock, TX, USA | Bad Behavior, Family & Kids, Popular, Transportation

(It’s nine pm. I am outside working “curb side” service, which allows customers to drive up near the store and have us load their bags. A lady comes up in an SUV loaded with her kids. I’m momentarily confused because we don’t have any carts with her groceries, but then she comes around to explain.)

Mom: “Hi, my son was in a car accident. We just got out of the hospital and I just need to grab a few items and it’ll take five minutes. Can I leave my car here?”

Me: “Well, no, we might have other customers come and we need this area clear for carry out.”

Mom: “Well, my son has broken ribs and a punctured lung and I don’t want to leave him.”

Me: “Well, if it’s only going to take a minute, I guess it’d be okay if you park a little ways down.”

(It was a fire lane area, but I’d seen people park there before for brief periods of time, so I figured it’d be okay.)

Mom: “Yeah, thank you!”

(She parks and goes inside. Since I don’t have any curb side orders to pack, I go over to talk to the kid, just some casual chit-chat. He’s 18 or 19 and the mom wasn’t lying; he’s clearly under pain killers and pretty out of it. Unfortunately, the other kids in the car are the most unruly children I’ve ever seen. At one point, one of them, about 10 years old, gets out of the car holding a one-year-old and just starts running around the car.)

Son: “Get the f*** back in the car!”

Kid: “You can’t tell me what to do!”

(The son has to get out of the car for the kid to obey. I have to go back and work, and after being busy for a while, I’m surprised to see the car is still there. It’s been nearly an hour and our security lead comes out. I explain the mom said she said she was only going to take minutes, and he goes over to ask them to move since it’s on a fire lane and has been parked there for almost an hour.)

Son: “You guys f****** said we could part here. This is bulls***!”

Security Guy: “You’ve been parked here for almost an hour and it’s a fire lane. You have to move.”

(The son isn’t pleased but he limps around to the driver’s seat and parks in a spot only about 20 feet further from where they were parked. Finally, the mom comes out of the store. It’s been about an hour and a half and the bags are literally stacked over the top of the cart. She finds her car, and then comes back up to me at the curb side. A coworker happens to be taking a break with me, and he had also seen this whole thing play out.)

Mom: “Are you f****** kidding me?! My son was just in the hospital and has a punctured lung.”

Me: “Ma’am, you said you were only going to take a few minutes and you were parked on a fire lane.”

Mom: *absolutely steaming at this point* “What are your names?!”

Coworker: “It’s [Coworker]. Let me spell it out for you.” *spells his last name*

Me: “Yeah, mine is [My Name]. Feel free.”

(She storms off back to the car and for a second I think it might be over, but no. She gets the son and they both walk back up to the store. I’ve already grabbed the manager and security lead and we meet right inside the store. The mom is screaming and cussing him out.)

Mom: “YOU SAID WE COULD PARK THERE! YOU HAD NO RIGHT TO MAKE MY SON MOVE! HE WAS JUST IN THE HOSPITAL!”

Security: “Like I said, it’s a fire lane and you were parked there for more than an hour.”

Me: “You clearly said it was only four or five items.”

Mom: “F*** you! My son was in the hospital. See? Show them, honey.”

(Walking up to the store, I had seen the kid stop and cough pretty violently, probably, you know, because he shouldn’t have been walking around with a punctured lung. Now, he spits at the feet of the manager, and some of it is clearly blood. My manager has finally had enough.)

Manager: “I need you to get the h*** out of my store, and don’t bother coming back.”

(The mom finally left with her son. That was probably the fastest a night at work ever went by.)

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Go Nuts For Donuts

| Macomb, MI, USA | Bad Behavior, Crazy Requests, Food & Drink, Wild & Unruly

(I just started at a local donut shop. My manager gets an angry call from a customer about how she didn’t like her donuts. She turns to me and says the customer will be in for a new dozen and to not charge her.)

Customer: “Hi, I’m here for my free donuts.”

Me: “Yes, I have them right here.” *hands box*

(The customer opens the box.)

Customer: “No! You messed up again.” *rolls eyes* “I asked for an assorted dozen and you gave me crunchy ones! How am I supposed to eat these?”

(The coworker walks over to help.)

Coworker: “Ma’am, you asked for an assorted dozen. We gave you random donuts that are most popular. It’s not our fault if you wanted specific ones and didn’t tell us.”

Customer’s Friend: “I work at [Same Shop] and corporate would be very upset if they knew how many donuts you had left!”

Me: “I’m sorry, ma’am, we are privately owned. Our donut order was cut in half since our donut maker is in the hospital this morning.”

Coworker: “You came in on a Saturday, our busiest donut day, at seven pm. We don’t have many donuts left…”

Customer: “You f***** b****! Oh, my god! I want my donuts. Get your manager. You’re getting in trouble!”

(The stupid customer was awarded another free batch of donuts and a drink. The customer comes in next week.)

Customer: “I was going to punch [Coworker] straight in the face but I didn’t want to go to jail! She’s lucky! IS SHE FIRED YET?!”

Me: “No, ma’am…”

(I literally hate this customer.)

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Wining Without Reason

| Germany | Bad Behavior, Food & Drink, Popular

(The restaurant I work at is hosting a wedding and I’m waiting on several tables. One group has been extremely nice, joking around with me and just being plain fantastic – except for one guy, who has not said a single word except for his mostly one-worded drink orders to me. As I’m checking on them to see if everything is all right and if they need any more drinks, he decides to finally break his silence.)

Customer #1: “I ordered a dry Dornfelder. This is not dry. This is not even a Dornfelder.”

(I was the one who poured his wine, and it was a dry Dornfelder, not to mention that there were only two kinds of red wine being served, a dry and a half-dry Dornfelder, so even if I poured the wrong wine, he still would have been wrong.)

Me: *beaming* “I’m very sorry, sir. I will get you a new glass and pour you the right wine right away.”

(When I come back, the man is not at the table, so I show the bottle to the rest of the group to make sure they see the label.)

Me: “Just so you can all be sure that he is getting the right wine this time.”

Customer #2: *ironically* “He knows a lot about wine, you know.”

Me: “Of course I do. I immediately noticed. Especially because we only serve Dornfelder this evening. Shall I take the old glass?”

Customer #3: “No, sweetie, leave it on the table. No use wasting this wine.”

(When I check the table the next time, I’m sure to ask Customer #1 if the wine is right this time, and he agrees, telling me that this glass is absolutely delicious while the last one was complete garbage. The next time I came back to the table, he is gone again.)

Customer #2: “Just so you know, I tasted both; and I really don’t notice any difference. Both glasses taste absolutely fine to me.”

Me: “They really should taste the same. They’re from the same bottle.”

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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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