Nothing Worse Than Customers Who Spend Nothing, But Take Offense
I volunteer in a small rural village charity shop, in the middle of England. There’s a regular elderly lady who pops in once or twice a week, usually to complain about the weather, then about our prices, then leaves empty-handed.
Every… week.
Today, though, the sun is shining so she can’t moan about the weather. She walks in, looks around, and decides I’m her target instead.
Customer: “Imagine how sad and unfulfilling your life must be to volunteer at a cheap charity shop on a Saturday!”
Me: “Imagine how sad and unfulfilling your life must be to come into said cheap charity shop twice a week just to have a whinge, including on a Saturday.”
She blinks, purses her lips, and shuffles out without another word. We never see her again.
