Category: Bad Behavior

The Argument Hasn’t Got A Leg To Stand On

| Nottingham, England, UK | Bad Behavior, Bigotry, Health & Body

(When I was nine I was in a car accident resulting in the loss of the lower part of my left leg. I now wear a solid, life-like, suction-attached prosthetic. I have a “disabled parking” badge but very rarely use it; however, I’ve hurt my back and am in pain through my right hip and thigh. I and my husband both have good jobs and no kids so we have a decent disposable income allowing us to splurge on presents (nice cars, watches, bags, etc.). I’m shopping and park in a disabled bay (one of 12, 5 being used), go in, and am there for two minutes before I hear a customer announcement for the owner of a light blue mini with my reg. I go to customer services and see a security guard. We then go out to my car and there’s another security guard, a middle age woman, and a traffic warden at my car.)

Woman: “That’s her! I saw her park then walk in like she hasn’t a care in the world.”

(The traffic warden asks me a couple of questions,. I show him my license and tell him the other paperwork is in the car. We get it and move to the back of my car. He looks everything over. I then raise my trouser leg a bit to show him my prosthetic.)

Traffic Warden: “Okay, everything seems in order. I’m sorry for any trouble.”

(We turn to the security guards who are listening to the woman rant and moan about me.)

Traffic Warden: “Everything’s fine. There’s no problem.”

Woman: “What the f***? Are you looking at her? There’s nothing f****** wrong with her. My husband has had five years of back problems and two surgeries; we need a disabled space.”

Security Guard: “Madam, the warden has said nothing is wrong. Please stop shouting and swearing at our customers.”

(She then stands in front of me so I can’t pass.)

Woman: “Did this whore offer to blow you or something? I’m sick of these types. Just because they’re pretty they think they can get away with anything!”

(The store manager arrives, telling us the police have been called.)

Woman: *to me* “You little b****. I f****** hate you. No-one who has a car—” *she bangs her fist on my car* “—like this is disabled. No-one who dresses like you is disabled. Is that a [Very Famous French Designer] bag? Did you get that from one of your clients? Whore!”

Security Guard: “Please, madam. We’ve asked you to stop talking like this. Not all disabilities are visible. You need to calm yourself and stop swearing.”

(I’ve had enough. I sit on the bonnet of my car, pull my trouser leg up, detach my prosthetic and stand it next to me on the bonnet. Everyone is quiet. The woman just stands there, staring, opening and closing her mouth. I pull my trouser leg back up as far as it will go so the woman can see my heavily scarred stump and re-attach my prosthetic.)

Me: “Well, I’m going shopping.”

(As I went in I saw a police car pull up. The manager came and found me as I was shopping. He offered me a gift card but I declined; it wasn’t their fault. He also told me that the traffic warden was wearing a pocket camera and everything was recorded. He took my details as the police, after being told what happened, were pressing charges of public nuisance, discrimination charges, and resisting arrest. I was contacted by the police and asked if I wanted to include damage to private property from when she hit my car. I did. She deserved it.)

Merchandise From The Mouth Of Babes

| Fremont, CA, USA | Bad Behavior, Family & Kids

(I am working on the sales floor when I notice a large pile of merchandise that has been dumped on a shelf. A couple of women are walking down the aisle with a child in the cart. I have a sneaky suspicion that they are the ones who had done it, so I say loudly into my radio:)

Me: “I just found a bunch of merchandise someone threw on a shelf. It’s going to take me quite some time to put it all away.”

(The little girl in the cart, around four years old, speaks up.)

Girl: “You did that, Mommy. You shouldn’t have.”

(Made my day!)

No Point Crying Over Ruined Milk

| England, UK | Bad Behavior, Food & Drink, Hotels & Lodging

(I work at a breakfast bar in a hotel and have just given a guest the tea he ordered. He sneers at it.)

Me: “Is there a problem, sir?”

Guest #1: “You didn’t put milk in it.”

Me: “Oh, I’m sorry. I didn’t hear you ask.”

Guest #1: “I didn’t, but who doesn’t have milk in their tea?! It’s disgusting!”

Me: “I don’t.”

Guest #2: “Me, too.”

Coworker: “And me. I hate milk in general.”

Me: “If you don’t ask for milk we assume you want it black.”

Guest: *looking thoroughly aghast* “You SAVAGES!”

(The guest stomped over to the pitchers reserved for cereal, intending to use them for his tea. You could see the idea form in his head, though, and instead he picked up a pitcher and dumped his tea into it. He glared at us triumphantly before going to sit down. He was there for another hour, and whenever one of us walked past or looked at him, he grinned as though he had won some sort of battle. However, of the times he didn’t notice us we saw him struggling to consume his milk with tea seasoning. Once he was gone we searched for the pitcher, assuming he might have taken it with him. We found it behind a plant in the corner, with less than a tenth of it consumed. Such a waste!)

“Way” Too Literally

| ME, USA | Bad Behavior, Bizarre

(I was filling bins of chocolate one evening, when I notice a woman with a stroller lingering off to the side. Since our store is a bit small, sometimes maneuvering around can be a bit tricky.)

Me: *smiling at the woman* “Please let me know if I’m in your way.”

(I resume filling the bin. About thirty seconds later, something BANGED into my ankle. Startled, I look down and see that the woman is trying to push her stroller literally through me.)

Woman: *blankly* “You’re in my way.”

Giving Them Something To Wine About

| The Netherlands | Bad Behavior, Criminal & Illegal, Food & Drink

(I work at a casual restaurant. Every month our restaurant carries a specialty wine, and every table has one bottle on it for decoration, together with a sign explaining the grapes and the origin of the wine. This month’s wine is a crisp French Chardonnay, best enjoyed cold. It’s August and it’s insanely hot outside. Two ladies are sitting at a table in the corner, and at one point I notice one of the ladies grab the decorative wine bottle, refilling her and her friend’s glasses. The bottle’s empty. Then she sneakily hides the bottle behind the potted plant on the table. I decide to approach.)

Me: “Ladies?”

Woman #1: *tipsy* “Oh. I’m sorry. I didn’t mean to do that, you know. It was out of habit!”

Me: “If you wanted another glass of wine you should have just asked. We’ll have to charge you €18 for that bottle.”

Woman #2: “Don’t you take that tone with me! You know what? I liked you right up until now. You gave us great service but this is just ridiculous!”

Me: “Excuse me? I’m being the ridiculous one here?”

Woman #2: “It’s ridiculous! And your wine is disgusting anyway. IT’S ALL WARM!”

(Yes, it was very odd that a bottle of wine that had been out for a week in sweltering hot weather was warm and undrinkable. The best part — after they had left, Woman #1 came back. She pulled another full bottle of wine out of her purse, that she had stolen from another table, and gave it back to me. She said her friend had put her up to doing it but she felt badly…)

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