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Category: Bad Behavior

Go Light On The American Polite

| Addlestone, England, UK | Bad Behavior

(I working in a supermarket in England. I am a very friendly American; most people like it.)

Me: “Hello, how are you doing today?”

Man: “What are we, in America? There is no room for that crap here. Just shut up and serve me!”

Me: *shocked silence*

Day One: Fine. Day Two: Attempted Kidnapping

, | Gothenburg, Sweden | Bad Behavior, Criminal & Illegal, Hotels & Lodging

(I’m on my first internship at a hotel restaurant and have received good praise from the boss and the other workers. It’s my second day and since it’s late November, the restaurant is fully booked for various company’s Christmas parties. I’ve just turned 18 and I am legally allowed to serve alcohol to customers. My coworker instructs me what to do and warns me about how ‘free spirited’ the customers can (and will) be. They also tell me that I should report immediately if something happens. The first hour passes by fast and many of the guests are dancing in the middle of the floor. I go to pick up some of the plates from an empty table in one of the corners of the room when someone suddenly grabs my butt. I turn around and see a man around fifty-years-old.)

Me: “What are you doing?!” *I immediately respond and take his hands of my back*

Customer: “Don’t be such a heartbreaker, darling. I was just admiring your behind and couldn’t help myself.”

(He smirks jokingly. To my surprise he doesn’t seem drunk at all.)

Me: “Well, sir, I’m sorry to inform you but I feel very uncomfortable.”

Customer: “Well I have a suggestion that the two of us could move to a more quiet place and maybe get to know each other better.”

(Before I can respond the man proceeds to grab me and drag me out of the room. In my state of panic I catch a glance towards the kitchen door and see, on one of the female coworkers, a shocked face, and how she rushes through the door. The man just reaches the exit when the security chief, a tall and very muscular man, enters through the kitchen doors. He spots the man dragging me out and runs to us.)

Security: “And where are you going with our waiter? I suggests NOWHERE!”

(The entire room stopped and turned to us and the man became pale as a ghost, let me go, and then headed towards the exit. After the man ran away the boss came down and asked if I was all right. I was sent home early to get a good night’s sleep. The scary thing was that the man wasn’t even on the guest list. He had just entered the party without anyone’s permission!)

Wish You Could Just Bury Your Head In The Sand

| Australia | At The Checkout, Bad Behavior

(There is a promotion on at the toy store where I work for a new type of sand that comes with several sets of molds. Because the promotion is going so well, we run out of molds in the first few days and are waiting for our new stock to come in next week. We used to have many signs around the store advertising both the sand and the molds, but we have taken down all the mold advertisements and actually put up a few sign saying that we’ve run out.)

Customer #1: “Hi. My son’s birthday is next week. I want a pack of [Sand] and three molds to go with it.”

Me: “Unfortunately, we’ve sold out of molds, but we are getting more in on Tuesday. Would you still like to buy a pack of [Sand] now or would you like me to put it aside for when the molds come in?”

Customer #1: “EXCUSE ME? What do you mean you’ve sold out?!”

Me: “Um… I mean we’ve sold out. We sold out a few days ago actually, but, as I said before, we are getting more in on Tuesday.”

Customer #1: “IT’S MY SON’S BIRTHDAY NEXT WEEK AND I NEED THE SAND AND THE MOLDS. WHY WOULDN’T YOU KEEP SOME FOR ME?!”

Me: “Pardon?”

Customer #1: “WHY WOULDN’T YOU KEEP SOME FOR ME?”

Me: “Ma’am, do you actually think it would be possible for me to know that you, a stranger, would need this product for your son’s birthday and have kept some aside for you? This is the first time I’ve met you.”

Customer #1: “This is actually ridiculous. I will be back on Tuesday for my sand and three molds. There will be trouble if I don’t get them. Do you understand? TROUBLE!”

Me: “…”

(Customer #1 storms out of the store and I don’t see her for the rest of the day. I don’t work Tuesdays so I leave a note for my coworker saying explains what happened and to watch out for her. I come in on Saturday morning for my next shift and there is only one packet of [Sand] left and one mold to go with it. I am currently ringing up both of them for Customer #2 who regularly comes in to buy products for his daughter.)

Customer #2: “My daughter is going to love these! Did you know it’s her birthday tomorrow?”

Me: “No way! Wish her a very happy birthday from m- OH, NO!”

(I see Customer #1 come through the doors and head straight towards me.)

Me: “Hi, how can I help you?”

Customer #1: “You know what I want.”

Me: “Ma’am, did you not buy the products on Tuesday?”

Customer #1: “NO! I didn’t get a chance on Tuesday. I was doing things. Now give me my products.”

Me: “Actually, ma’am, we’ve sold out again, this time of both products. I can’t sell you anything. If you had come in earlier in the week when I told you the stock was arriving then you may have been able to purchase them.”

(Customer #1 throws a huge fit and knocks over a large stand and shattering many products in the process.)

Me: “Miss! You need to calm down! I just sold the last product to this man. You’re too late. You need to leave the store.”

(Customer #1 proceeded to push over Customer #2, take his bag and make a run for it. Unfortunately for her, Customer #2 was an undercover police officer, who proceeded to catch her, arrest her, and charge her with both assault and theft! Customer #2 got the store a huge amount of compensation for for the broken products, which we ended up giving to him to spend on his daughter’s birthday. I never saw Customer #1 again!)