Intolerant Behavior

CONTENT WARNING: Feces

This story reminds me of one of my own.

Customer: “Hello, I would like to order the peppermint latte with soy milk.”

Me: “Unfortunately, sir, we ran out of soy milk earlier today and won’t have more until tomorrow.”

The time is a bit after 6 PM. We close at 8 PM.

Customer: “But I’m lactose intolerant.”

Me: “We still have oat milk and almond milk.”

Customer: “No. I hate those.”

Me: “Well, we don’t have soy milk, so what can you do?”

Customer: “Fine. I want a peppermint latte, and give me whole milk… whole milk has the most lactose, doesn’t it?”

Me: “Sir?”

Customer: “I know what I said. Whole-fat peppermint latte.”

Me: “Okay, sir…”

So, idiot that I am, I let him pay for it, I made it for him, and I served it to him. He chugged it while maintaining an uncomfortable degree of eye contact, then he sat down at a table and pulled out a book.

Me: “Just so you know, sir, we close in about an hour and a half.”

Customer: “That’s fine.”

Me: “Okay?”

So, half an hour before close, the customer’s body starts emitting distressing gurgles. He runs into the bathroom. He takes about fifty-five minutes s***ting in the bathroom before he emerges, red-faced, panting, and with a nasty smirk.

Over his shoulder, while leaving, the customer shouted:

Customer: “AND THAT WAS FOR RUNNING OUT OF SOY MILK!”

Nervously, I opened the bathroom door.

The smell alone made me start crying. He hadn’t smeared s*** on the walls or anything like that, but the toilet was clogged with foul, muddy, half-liquid s***.

Why do people think they have the right to do these sorts of things to minimum-wage workers who just want to go home at the end of the day?