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Category: Bad Behavior

Customers Are Cry-Babies

| London, England, UK | Bad Behavior, Crazy Requests, Family & Kids

(I work in a clothing store with 3 floors, and the fitting rooms are on the top floor. I have been chatting with a customer, admiring her adorable baby. Five minutes later, I notice the stroller is in the corner, baby fast asleep, but the mother is nowhere to be seen.)

Me: *on the store walkies* “Hey, guys, I’ve got a sleeping baby downstairs and the mother doesn’t seem to be down here. She’s blonde with a cool red leather jacket. Can anyone see her on their floor?”

Colleague: “Yeah, I just put her in a fitting room up here! Let me check in with her. I didn’t know she had a kid with her!”

(A couple of minutes pass.)

Colleague: “Yeah… She’s ‘just trying on a couple things and will be back in a minute.'”

Manager: “Um, no. Can you let her know that we are not responsible for her child, and she needs to come downstairs right away? We have a customer lift so she can bring the stroller up to the fitting rooms.”

Me: “Oh, god, it’s crying. What do I do?”

(I enjoy the cuteness of babies, but they freak me out.)

Colleague: “She’s on her way down, and she is NOT happy.”

Me: “Neither is her baby!”

(The customer comes stomping down the stairs, various items of clothing hanging off of her.)

Customer: “WHAT DID YOU DO?! SHE WAS SLEEPING!”

Me: “Ma’am, I haven’t touched the stroller at all, but you really can’t leave your child unat—”

Customer: “Ugh, well, of COURSE she’s crying. You need to rock the stroller back and forth! God!! What kind of idiot are you?!”

(My manager appears, as if by magic.)

Manager: “Ma’am, my staff are not your babysitting service. We have elevators and large fitting rooms specifically for our customers who want to bring their children while they shop. We will be as accommodating as possible, but you cannot just leave your baby down here without saying a word. Frankly, I don’t understand why you would want to leave her with a complete stranger. Please stop shouting at my employee. Honestly, the noise is just making your baby cry more.”

(The customer gapes like a fish for a minute, embarrassed, mutters a rather sulky apology, and goes back upstairs – with the baby, this time.)

Me: “You’re a lifesaver.”

Manager: “Why would she leave that baby here? You could be a psychopath for all she knows.”

Me: “…Thanks?”

Under-wear Me Out

| USA | Bad Behavior, Hotels & Lodging

(A guest, an old skinny man, comes down in nothing but boxers. I am female. He’s a long term regular.)

Guest: “Oh… I thought… what happened with that other feller that was here b’fore?”

Me: “He left already. You know, you can’t… um, walk around with nothing on.”

Guest: “I HAVE SOMETHING ON! I’M NOT NEKKID! Oh well, I’d like a wake up call at…” *mumble*

Me: “At when?”

Guest: *suddenly yelling* “AT FAH O’ CLOCK!”

Me: “Five o’ clock?”

Guest: “‘S what I said.”

Me: “Okay.”

Guest: “Well?…You don’t even know which room I’m in?!”

Me: “Room 111 right?”

Guest: *looks dumbstruck* “How…?”

Me: “You stay here every night. I know who you are, Mr. [Name].”

Guest: *nods and wanders off*

(I heard a scream. A young mother and child walking down had seen him, in his underwear.)

Bitter Sweet Tea

| PA, USA | Bad Behavior, Food & Drink

(The company I work for used to have tea from a syrup and then decided to brew our own tea and had a flavored tea as a promotional item for the summer that lasted until late November. It is now February and is pretty much dead due to the miserable weather the night before. I have been taking orders and my manager has been cashing out cars at the first window while doing paperwork.)

Me: “Welcome to [Fast Food Company]. How can I help you?”

Customer: “I want a raspberry tea.”

Me: “I’m sorry, we no longer have that flavor. We have sweet or unsweet tea.”

Customer: “I want a peach tea.”

Me: “I’m sorry, we only have sweet or unsweet tea.”

Customer: “What is most popular?”

Me: “Probably the sweet tea.”

Customer: “I’ll take a large of that.”

Me: *rings it up and then hands it out when they get to the window*

Customer: “This is what I think of your sweet tea.” *doesn’t even bother to take a sip before he takes the lid off and proceeds to pour it out in the drive thru, splashing it all over the drive thru window and then drives off*

Next Customer: “What in the world was that about?”

Me: “That is what I would call a tea party for one.”