My Unfair Lady

| Pasadena, MD, USA | At The Checkout, Bigotry, Rude & Risque

(I work in an adult-themed shop. A female customer has just walked up to make a purchase.)

Me: “Hello. How are you today?”

Customer: *grumbles*

Me: “Okay… Did you find everything?”

Customer: *grumbles*

(I take this as my hint to stop trying to be helpful and just get this over with as soon as possible.)

Me: “All right. Your total is [price].”

Customer: *handing me money* “You really should be ashamed of yourself, you know.”

Me: “I’m sorry?”

Customer: “You must not be a proper lady, working in a place like this. Shameful!”

Me: “You mean me working here, trying to make a living and keep my bills down, is shameful compared to you walking in my store to buy smut and hooker clothes, then acting very rude towards me?”

(The customer turns bright red, pays, and leaves.)

Giving Her A Good Dressing Down

| Melbourne, VIC, Australia | Bizarre, Health & Body

(I am a 17-year-old high school student in the supermarket after school. I am in my uniform buying some study snacks to take home. I’m wandering down the chips and confectionary aisle, when another customer approaches me.)

Customer #1: “Why is your dress so short?”

Me: “Excuse me?”

(My dress is about two inches above my knee, and I’m 5’7″ tall.)

Customer #1: “Girls should be wearing longer dresses!”

(The customer then lunges for my dress, attempting to pull it down. Another customer sees and then intervenes.)

Customer #2: “Geez, leave her alone.”

(The first customer begins walking off but not before leaving me with this little gem:)

Customer #1: “She’ll be pregnant before the year is out unless she gets a longer dress.”

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Going To Great Pains

| NC, USA | Crazy Requests, Health & Body, Wild & Unruly

(I work as a nurse for outpatient procedures. A patient has come in for a not-very-painful procedure, and has already received all of the drugs that we can safely give her for pain. This amount would have had a normal person sleeping by now.)

Patient: *screaming like she’s being tortured*

Me: “Oh, sweetheart, I know this is hard.”

(I put my hand in hers.)

Me: “Here. Try and breathe, and squeeze my hand.”

(She throws my hand away from her.)

Patient: “I don’t want your f****** hand. I WANT MY GODD*** DRUGS!”

R-Word Is R-Rated

| Los Angeles, CA, USA | At The Checkout, Bad Behavior, Bigotry

(My coworker also happens to be my very best friend. He is severely disfigured, but sweet and very talented at carving. However, because of his appearance, our manager keeps him working in the back room most of the time. One day our manager is out sick and has left me in charge. My best friend comes out of the back room to bring me some inventory. A customer sees him.)

Customer: “Oh, dear!” *to me* “Bless you, dear.”

Me: “Um, thank you?”

Customer: “For hiring someone like that poor boy!”

(She is speaking as though my friend isn’t standing right beside me. He looks hurt, and I try to hurry the customer along.)

Me: “Is there anything else I can help you with, ma’am?”

Customer: “People like you really are a blessing, dear. Even the retarded need jobs in this country. I would never employ one, but I certainly respect those who do.”

Me: “Um, ma’am, could you please not say that word?”

Customer: “What, retarded? But it’s what he is.”

Me: “No, he isn’t. I’m going to have to ask you to leave, please.”

Customer: “But look at him! He’s obviously retarded, dear. You don’t have to lie. He can’t understand you.”

(At this point, I am very angry and my friend looks near tears.)

Me: “Ma’am, he is not mentally impaired, and he understands every word that we’re exchanging. It’s not difficult to grasp that you’re an enormous bigot, either. Please leave the store.”

(The customer starts to leave in a huff, but pauses to admire some hand-carved birds at the front of the store.)

Me: “By the way, he made those.”

(The customer glares at me and storms out.)

Salad With A Side Order Of Obnoxiousness

| Jacksonville, Fl, USA | Bad Behavior, Crazy Requests, Food & Drink

(I am a waitress at a pizza restaurant. We use a number system to place orders. Each ticket gets a number to put on their table for us to bring the food to them. My boss, the cook, has two different orders of the same salad, one small for table four, and one large for table five, which is supposed to be shared.)

Boss: *handing me the large* “This one goes to table four.”

(I take the salad to the table and come back to pick up the next order.)

Boss: *handing me the small* “Actually, this one goes to four. The other one goes to five.”

Me: “I took the other one to four already!”

Boss: “Then go get it back!”

(I go over to the table with the new salad. Luckily they have not eaten it yet.)

Me: “I’m very sorry, but I gave you the wrong salad. This one’s yours.”

Customer: “What’s the difference?”

Me: “The one I gave you is a large. It’s supposed to be shared. You ordered a small. The large is for the next table over.”

Customer: “Oh, okay.”

(The customer takes the small salad from me. I reach for the large salad, and the customer picks up her fork, licks it, and sticks it in the salad.)

Customer: “You gave it to me, so it’s mine. Where’s my pizza?”

Customer At The Other Table: “We’re still going to need that salad.”

(I was speechless. I went back to my boss and told him what happened. He then yelled at me for not stopping the customer. Then he refused to make another salad. Table five came back inside to get a refund on the salad, which meant the boss had to come over. I got yelled at again for ‘not making them pay for it.’ I quit after that.)

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