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Category: Health & Body

Stupid customers in stories are bad enough. However, dealing with a customer’s health issues may be hazardous to your own health! Please consult your doctor before continuing.

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Like Finding A Needle In A Bathroom

| AZ, USA | Bad Behavior, Health & Body, Non-Dialogue

I work in a 24/7 fast food joint with a public bathroom inside. The shop is next to a popular homeless shelter, and sometimes, someone homeless would come into the bathrooms to “shower.” We cannot turn anyone away from using the bathroom.

One morning, I come in at five am and our night crew lets me know that someone is in the bathroom. After about ten minutes, I hear hollering followed by banging. It sounds like they’re yelling “yoo-hoo!” and have a real good time. I text my night crew and they said it’s been going on since about two am, but they never saw anyone go in. Knocking on the door, no one replies; they just kept yelling.

My manager comes in shortly after and immediately calls the police. It takes the police officers over an hour to get the man to leave the bathroom. I am sent in to clean up after him, and the walls are coated in dirt, blood, and poop. There is toilet paper everywhere, and about a dozen used needles.

My manager tapes garbage bags to my legs and arms, and right before I actually go in, the police stop me because it’s a crime scene. They take ONE needle, and leave.

It took me about two hours to clean it, and I cried while mopping the walls and picking up dirty needles.

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No Special Excuses For Bad Behavior

, | MT, Canada | Bad Behavior, Health & Body

(A customer comes in with two five- to nine-year-olds and one that is likely two, in a stroller. Her kids are being s***s and almost breaking things. I approach.)

Me: “Hey, would you mind asking your children to stop? If they damage store property, you’ll have to pay.”

(She scoffs at me and her kids keep at it.)

Me: “Excuse me, I asked you once. Please tell your children to stop.”

(She doesn’t, so I approach her kids. She starts yelling at me.)

Customer: “How dare you ask them to stop! They’re just plastic things!”

(I explain yet again she’d have to pay for damaged property. She starts yelling so I ask her to leave the store if she isn’t going to listen.)

Customer: *freaking out* “What is your boss’s number?! My child is special and he does not understand. How dare you be so rude to ask me, a paying customer, to leave!”

(We get to the front counter and she starts involving my coworker and other customers. She leaves without getting the number. I step outside to chill. She comes out and says in my face:)

Customer: “You know, if I didn’t know better, I’d assume you had autism.”

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Acting Like She Was Born Yesterday

| NJ, USA | Health & Body, Underaged

(I’m waiting in line at the pharmacy; there’s one other gentleman in front of me, and then a fairly stereotypical “little old lady” up at the counter. I try not to judge, but…)

Lady: “I’m sorry, I just don’t understand.”

Pharmacist: “I just need you to give me your birth date for the system.”

Lady: “But those are my pills.”

Pharmacist: “I know, but I need to be able to type your birth date into the computer.”

Lady: “I don’t understand. I gave you my name.”

Pharmacist: “Yes, ma’am, but I need both your name AND your birth date.”

Lady: “Do I look like I’m too young to get pills?”

Pharmacist: “It’s not how old you are, ma’am. We just need the confirmation so we don’t give the wrong pills to the wrong person.”

Lady: “But they’re MY pills.”

Pharmacist: “Yes, ma’am. Please, just tell me the month and day you were born on…”

(This goes in a loop for about seven minutes, with the line getting longer and longer. Finally she relents and gives her birthdate… And takes another ten minutes trying to sort out how to use the credit card reader, refusing to let either the pharmacist or anyone else help her. Finally, she gets done, shuffles away, and the gentleman in front of me is called up.)

Man: “I’m picking up for [Man], my birthday is [Date], my phone number is [Number], my address is [Address], my first born’s name is [Son], and you can HAVE him if it speeds this up!”

(The rest of us, including the pharmacist, burst out laughing!)

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Sick Of Bad Parenting

| Ireland | Bad Behavior, Family & Kids, Health & Body, History

(I occasionally help out in my mother’s salon at busy times like Christmas week. There is a bit of a lull one morning this year so I leave to run some errands just as a client arrives with her three young children. I missed the following occurring not even ten minutes later..)

Baby: *throws up*

Mom: *sympathetic* “Is she OK?”

Client: “She’s fine, just something she ate this morning.”

(Almost on cue, one of the older kids “projectile vomits” across the floor. The other one doesn’t look very well either.)

Mom: “I’m sorry, but you need to take them home. They’re all sick.”

Client: “But my hair…”

Stylist: “No, they’re sick and if we get sick, too, we can’t work. They have that stomach bug that’s going around and it’s really bad.”

Client: “But my husband won’t look after them. I need my hair done!”

Mom: “In Ireland, men mind children, too. If he lives here, he helps.”

(She reluctantly left. I came back to my mother bleaching everything the kids had touched or thrown up on, and thankfully none of us got sick. We were just so boggled about how anyone could take clearly sick kids out anywhere, let alone for something as silly as a hair appointment. The client even tried to get another appointment for the day after Christmas, when no salon will open…)

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Unrest-Room

| Wilkes Barre, PA, USA | Bizarre, Health & Body

(I am spending the day today with my grandmother to do some Christmas shopping, and because she has some birthday coupons for several of the stores to use. I need to use the restroom, so I tell her to go ahead and wait on a bench and I’d be right back.)

Me: *opens the restroom door just in time to see one of the stall doors SLAM shut as if someone rushed in there*

Woman: *is audibly scrambling around in the stall, presumably getting toilet paper to wipe the seat or something*

Me: *sneezes*

Woman: “Oh! Uh… You might wanna leave. I… I don’t wanna put anyone else through this.”

Me: *in partial disbelief of what I just heard her say, quietly exits the restroom and makes the long walk to the bathroom in the nearest department store*

(At least she was considerate. LOL!)

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