Just Drove Down From Duncan And He’s Way More Polite

I work at a convenience store connected to a gas station along the I-10 that gets a lot of traffic heading to and from the Mexican border. Our manager is rarely around so gives us freedom to handle problem customers how we want, including enforcing a zero policy against rude and entitled behavior.

A customer is buying some soda and asks me:

Customer: “Do you know Douglas?”

Me: “Sorry, no, who is he?”

Customer: “The place, s***-head! It’s a city!”

Me: “No, I don’t know it. Is it full of rude mother-f*****s like you?”

Customer: “Does your manager know you talk to your customers like that?”

Me: “My manager is fifty miles away and only comes in twice a week. His next day in is Wednesday if you’d like to wait.”

Customer: *Storming out.* “F****** s***-head.”

Me: “Have fun finding the lost city of rude mother-f*****s!”