Sweet Lies
I’m standing behind the register at a candy store, keeping an eye on the store, when a man storms in and heads right for me.
Customer: “You hit my son!”
Me: “What?!”
Customer: “You hit my son!“
Me: “Did not.”
Customer: “Don’t lie!”
Me: “When did this even happen?”
Customer: “Two hours ago!”
Me: “Two hours?! Why didn’t you say anything two hours ago, then?!”
Customer: “I wasn’t here! My wife saw you hit our son!”
I spend the next few minutes doing my best to express that his claim is utter bulls*** without actually using the word “bulls***.” Just as I’m preparing to call the manager to ask how I can check the store’s security footage, the man abruptly gives up, but not before putting in one parting shot.
Customer: “Do you have any kids?”
Me: “No. I’m too young.”
Customer: “OBVIOUSLY!”
He stormed out, and that’s the last I ever heard from him. I can only guess that he was trying to scam candy or money out of us, but I don’t know how he thought he could accomplish that by accusing an employee of assaulting a minor.
Question of the Week
Have you ever served a bad customer who got what they deserved?
