We Love Faggots, But We Couldn’t Eat A Whole One
(I am shopping with my husband. I am male.)
Customer: “Faggots.”
(I instinctively turn around at the word and see an elderly lady trying to get a worker’s attention. She’s standing in front of a freezer with pork faggots on the top shelf.)
Worker: “Miss, you cannot use that word! Please watch your language. It is upsetting to our customers.”
Customer: *pointing* “Faggots!”
Worker: “I will not ask you again!”
Customer: *grumbles*
Worker: “That’s it. I’m calling security.”
(The worker tries to grab her by the elbow. I separate from my husband and walk between them, opening the shelf and taking a box down.)
Customer: “Oh, thank you, dear.”
(She takes the box and shoves it in the worker’s face.)
Customer: “FAGGOTS!” *walks away*
(The worker walked away, red-faced. Admittedly, the customer could have worded her request better, but the worker could have at least tried to understand what she asking before jumping to conclusions.)
Question of the Week
Have you ever served a bad customer who got what they deserved?
