The small bakery cafe where I work is very close to the local football stadium. People frequently try to park in our lot and walk the ten minutes or so to the stadium instead of paying the $50 for parking. If they mention it, we always warn customers that they can’t park here and they WILL get towed, and there are signs ALL OVER the parking lot warning that it is for customers only and towing is enforced. (We are next door to the local Veterans Affairs office, so we’re technically on government property, and they are INCREDIBLY strict about it.) We don’t even have that big of a lot — only about twenty spaces.
Every time there is a game, a tow truck driver comes in after it starts. He makes his rounds, checking with everyone inside about what cars are theirs, and then tows everything else. Inevitably, we always get a few calls after games from angry people who can’t read about how we DARED to tow their car and how we should refund them the cost of the retrieval fees. (We do not get any compensation for having them towed; the tow company does, and possibly the VA they’re actually contracted to?) I usually just pass these calls to my manager, as she is both scarier than me and allowed to tell the customers how stupid they’re being.
This last weekend, though, it was a Big Game. I have no interest in sports, so I’m not sure what it was exactly, but we were slammed all morning until the game started at 1:00 pm, when we basically slowed to a stop. In anticipation, the tow driver was apparently here a little early, and he told us he was watching everyone park and just walk away from their cars toward the stadium. Our lot was mostly full, and we only had two customers inside, so it was very easy for him to figure out who was actually here, and I’m sure he made a hefty profit that day.
Several hours later, around 5:00 pm, a customer came storming in, angry that his car had been towed. First, he demanded our manager, who had left for the day, so that was a no-go. Then, he demanded her personal number, so he could call her to demand his car back. We refused, as we are explicitly forbidden from giving her number out for ANY reason, and honestly, I was more scared of her than I was of him.
From there, he demanded that WE call the towing company and make them bring his car back. We refused at first, as they are not contracted to us and had no reason to return a validly towed vehicle, before eventually giving in just to prove him wrong. As expected, they also refused.
From there, he got angrier. He decides to call the towing company himself, claiming he was, in fact, towed incorrectly, as he had been a customer. At 8:00 am that morning. Before leaving his car there for almost ten hours to go see the game. Predictably, they refused yet again. He claimed he was going to call his lawyer and sue us. He stormed off, presumably called the lawyer, and presumably was refuted yet again.
After almost forty-five minutes of various calls and demands and such, he stormed back to the front and proceeded to yell at me, at full volume, as I was trying to help some customers check out.
Man: “$400 for f****** parking?! Is this how you treat your f****** veterans? This is bulls***! I should have just parked at the VA!”
He absolutely still would have gotten towed.
Man: “Your signs are lying! They never said I had to be on the property, just that I had to a customer! And I was! I bought something! I will never frequent…”
He lost his momentum for a moment.
Man: “Um, what’s this place called again? Right! I will never come back to [Slightly Incorrect Name Of Our Restaurant], ever again! I will tell all of my friends how s***ty this place is! This is disrespectful to your country!”
It took a lot of my restraint to keep a straight face and not start laughing. He wasn’t nearly as intimidating as he thought he was (especially after almost a decade in customer service). Him not even knowing the name of our bakery (which was printed on everything and he could have just READ it on my shirt) was frankly hilarious.
Eventually, he petered out, seemingly disappointed by my utter non-reaction, and stormed out. I apologized to my customers, gave them a small discount for the trouble, and moved on with the shift.
Afterward, my manager called the store as she had seen the confrontation on the cameras, and she started laughing with me as I recounted the tale. She told me I had done everything right, and she hoped the man would call for her the next day so she could lay into him herself.
I’m just glad he decided to scream at me and not my sixteen-year-old coworker on her first job. She was freaked out just hearing it, but it kind of made my night, honestly.