Not The Breast Of Days
CONTENT WARNING: Injury Detail
(It’s 4 am, and a customer enters the store and approaches me. By the smell of his breath, he has clearly been drinking.)
Customer: “Do you know where I could find needle and thread?”
Me: “That would be in the crafts department. Would you like me to show you?”
Customer: “Yeah, thanks.”
(As we start to walk toward the craft department, which is in the back of the store, his phone rings. He picks up and has a short conversation to which I didn’t pay much attention. I only heard him say, “I guess I’ll have to sew it back on.”)
Customer: *hangs up* “It’s been a bad night.”
Me: “You too, huh?”
Customer: “Yeah. I got my nipple torn off.”
Me: “…”
Customer: “I got drunk, got in a fight, and my nipple got torn halfway off.”
(He pulls his shirt to the side to show me his nipple barely hanging on.)
Customer: “My friends said to go to the hospital, but I don’t have insurance, so I’m just gonna have to sew it back on myself.”
Question of the Week
Have you ever served a bad customer who got what they deserved?