I Don’t Work Here, Does Not Work Here, Part 51
I’m shopping for my groceries when a cart behind me hits the back of my legs quite forcefully. I recoil in pain and look to see an angry old woman glaring at me.
Customer: “About time! I’ve been coughing for your attention for almost a minute!”
Me: “Then f****** say, ‘Excuse me’! Don’t just hit people with a cart, you crazy old woman!”
Customer: “How dare you?! That is not how you talk to your customers!”
Me: “What customers? Wait… Do you think I work here?”
Customer: “Of course you do! You’re putting things on the shelves!”
Me: “Because I don’t need them, so I am returning them. I don’t work here; I work in an office!”
Customer: “Nonsense! Only employees put things back on the shelves! Get me your manager!”
Me: “I’m walking away; I don’t work here.”
Customer: “Well, I am going to complain about you! Get me your manager!”
Me: “How many times do I need to tell you that I don’t work here?! I work in an office, and my manager would be there, not in a grocery store!”
Customer: “Well then, tell me where you work, so I can go there and complain about you being so rude!”
Me: “You hit me with your cart, but I’m the rude one?!”
Customer: “You should have helped me!”
Me: “I’m helping you by not calling the police on you! F*** off!”
Customer: “Ugh! So rude!”
Related:
I Don’t Work Here, Does Not Work Here, Part 50
I Don’t Work Here, Does Not Work Here, Part 49
I Don’t Work Here, Does Not Work Here, Part 48
I Don’t Work Here, Does Not Work Here, Part 47
I Don’t Work Here, Does Not Work Here, Part 46
