Reading this story reminded me of my own amazing experience, but it wasn’t me that was leaving, but one of my managers. We work in a grocery store and our manager is a twenty-year veteran who is finally retiring.
We also have ‘that’ customer; the awful regular who exists only to make our lives a living H***.
I am training one of our new hires, a sweet eighteen-year-old woman who is working part-time to pay her way through college. She is getting the hang of the checkouts and is understandably slower than the average checkout clerk. Our lane has signs that state this, not to mention she has a big ‘TRAINEE’ badge on her uniform in big bold letters.
Awful regular has entered our lane and has been complaining about the slow checkout from the first second she stepped in it. She steps up and the trainee starts scanning her items.
Awful Regular: “It’s about time! What is this, be-lazy-at-work day?”
Trainee: “I’m sorry, madam, I am new, and I am still getting the hang of things.”
Awful Regular: “Oh, lucky me, I get the slow girl. Did they get you from the special school or something, eh? Are you part of some special ‘put-the-r**ards-into-the-workforce’ program?”
I decide this is enough and step in.
Me: “Madam! Please don’t be rude. My coworker here has explained that she is new and so is still learning. Please be respectful of that, and her.”
Our awful regular decides that I have said some magic words, and she decides to invoke some of her own.
Awful Regular: “Get me your manager! You’ll be sorry you said that!”
I call over our aforementioned retiring regular, and when she sees that our awful regular is the cause, she looks strangely happy.
Manager: “Mrs. [Awful Regular], I am glad that it’s you. I heard a shrill banshee cry coming from the registers and was worried a cat was choking on a whistle.”
Awful Regular: “What?! How dare you!”
My manager glances at me, and then at the trainee, and then back to the now-fuming awful regular.
Manager: “Let me guess, you stepped into a lane that was signposted as belonging to a trainee, and you’re complaining that you have to deal with a trainee.”
Me: “That pretty much sums it up, [Manager]!”
Awful Regular: “Your r**arded clerks are going too sl—”
Manager: *Interrupting and bellowing.* “You do not get to speak that way to my staff!”
The sudden outburst has shocked the awful regular, and admittedly me, into silence.
Manager: “You do not get to speak that way to me, or my staff, or any poor soul that has the absolute displeasure of being within two metres of you ever again. For twenty years you have been coming here and ruining the days of countless colleagues and it ends today! You will finish your transaction in silence, or you will be banned!”
Awful Regular: “You can’t ban me! I am a customer, and I will be writing to your head office to get you fired!”
Manager: “I am quitting in less than two weeks! You have nothing! Get out. We are refusing you service.
The awful regular is now frighteningly aware that their years of behaviour might finally be coming back to haunt them.
Awful Regular: “You… you can’t be serious?”
Manager: “Madam, I have never been more serious about anything in my entire life. You are a miserable little woman who lives to only spitefully bring fear among poor workers just trying to get through their day. Every minor inconvenience to you is a letter to management that got some poor teen in trouble and shattered their confidence. Every out-of-stock item got you a coupon from head office and a reprimand for our stocking staff. Madam, we are done with you, and I envy people who have never met you.”
With that, our manager points to the exit and just stares. The awful regular tries to make another protest but our manager diligently just continues to point towards the exit.
The awful regular finally realises they have no power in this moment, and they storm out.
Me: “[Manager]! That was amazing!”
Manager: *Now shaking.* “I have been practicing that speech all month! Getting to do that was one of the reasons I wanted to retire!”
The awful regular did write to the head office (because of course she did) and the head office said they would investigate what happened. Head office was also aware that this was the one-hundredth-and-thirty-sixth complaint letter they had received from this same woman over a twenty-year period, and decided that there was simply no pleasing some people and decided to ignore any further complaint from her in the future.
I can’t say if the ban was ever upheld, but I never saw her ever again so I like to think that even if it wasn’t she was too ashamed to ever come back.
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