A Crappy Turn Of Events, Part 2

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I work at a big store that has self-checkout. A mother and her child walk into the self-checkout. As usual, I greet every customer.

Me: “Hello, how are you today?”

The mother doesn’t respond. While she is scanning her items, the baby starts making faces and clearly starts pooping. As the mom is distracted trying to pay, the baby puts his hands inside his diaper and starts pulling out his own poop, which he starts wiping all over the cart.

When the mom finishes paying, she looks blankly at her child. She doesn’t correct him or anything. I am shocked by what I’ve just witnessed.

Customer: “Oh, well… good luck to whoever has to clean it.”

The mother said that sentence while making direct eye contact with me. Then, she grabbed her baby and left the poop-covered cart at the self-checkout. I had to call my manager to explain the situation to have the cart fully disinfected.

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No Use Crying Over Spilled Sweet Potatoes

, , , , , , , | Related | August 13, 2020

My sister is a single mom with a seven-year-old son. I don’t have kids, so I don’t actually know how hard it is to raise them, but I think he’s basically feral. [Nephew] has no concept of right and wrong, he does whatever he wants without consequence, and he physically fights back if anyone tells him what to do.

My sister says that as both the mother and father in his life, she doesn’t want to be the bad guy and risk their relationship as he grows up. She would rather let him learn on his own than tell him what is right and wrong. 

One day last summer, he tried to steal something from my jewelry box. I caught him with the jewelry in his hand and tried to take it from him. He responded by grabbing my arm and biting me hard enough to break skin. My sister sided with him, saying he felt threatened and I shouldn’t have touched him. I am the host of my family’s Christmas dinner this year and I wasn’t going to invite her back, but my parents reminded me that she probably didn’t have anyone else to spend the holiday with.

We all sit down to our meal, the feast laid out on the table. [Nephew] tries to take the sweet potato casserole, but I reach out and block him. He glares at me but sits down. We all fold our hands and close our eyes to say grace led by my father.

It only lasts a few seconds before we hear a dragging sound followed by a crash. [Nephew] has tried to take the sweet potatoes again, but it was too heavy and he dropped it. The dish shattered, sending potatoes and marshmallows everywhere.

[Nephew] screams like he is on fire. My sister scoops him up immediately and begins kissing his face and trying to soothe him. My mother and I pick up the shards and start scooping up the food.

Father: *Sighs* “Stop.”

Mother and I look at him.

Father: “Stop cleaning.” 

He looks at my sister.

Father: “Is he okay?”

Sister: *Cradling her son* “He’s okay. Just a little scared.”

Father: “Okay. Then he can clean this up.”

Nephew: “No!”

Sister: “Dad, it’s broken glass.”

Father: *Sternly* “Yes, he can. He made the mess.”

Nephew: “No! It’s [My Name]’s house. She can clean it up.”

He looks at me.

Father: “Come here, [Nephew].”

My father takes [Nephew] and, in the blink of an eye, lays him over his lap and spanks his butt two times before putting him on the floor. We all stand there in shocked silence. I can’t remember a time my father spanked either of us; he was more of the “go stand in the corner, no dessert for a week” kind of punisher.

Sister: “Dad! What the h*** are you doing?!”

She grabs her son.

Father: “What were you going to do, tell him it’s bad and ask him not to do it again?”

Sister: “I— I— I don’t know! I wouldn’t have beat him!”

Father: “Disciplinary action and abuse are two different things. Two swats on the butt is not abuse.”

Sister: “You had no right! You could have hurt him!”

Father: “[Nephew], next time you’re at the table, are you going to grab something without asking?”

My nephew is in tears, holding his butt, and he shakes his head.

Nephew: “N-n-no.”

Father: “Do you understand that bad behavior has bad consequences?”

Nephew: “Uh-huh.”

My father holds out his hand.

Father: “I am sorry. Is your butt okay?”

Nephew: *Nods* “Yes, Pop-pop.”

Father: “I love you, buddy. I really do.”

They hug.

Nephew: “I love you, Pop-pop.”

Sister: *Grabs her son* “You’re a monster.”

My sister promptly left and has cut all contact with us. I’ve heard from mutual friends that she still lets him run wild, but sometimes he looks over his shoulder like someone might discipline him the way my father did.

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Should Have Charged Him Every Time He Swore

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I’m working at a popular restaurant in town. I’ve been there for about two years and never encountered someone as rude as this. A family with three kids come in about fifteen minutes before we close. I’m tired after a long shift so I’m a little more sensitive than usual. The family orders their food and I’m about to put their transaction through when the father decides he wants a beer. 

Customer: “Yeah, can I get a [Beer Brand we don’t carry].”

Me: “I’m sorry, sir, we actually don’t have that particular brand, but if you look at our drinks list, you can see what we have available.”

Customer: “F****** useless.”

I am a bit taken back at this because I don’t feel anything unreasonable has taken place, but I stay quiet. I put through a different drink for him and he begins to use his card to pay. He doesn’t hold it down long enough for PayWave to read his card, so I have to ask him to tap it several times.

Customer: “B****, you’d better not have charged me three f****** times.”

Me: “I’m sorry, sir, but I’m sure you won’t have been charged multiple times.”

Customer: “Worthless c*** of a waitress.”

I’m quite upset at this point, so I decide to show the family to a table as quickly as I can. I get their things together and move to seat them. My manager comes out and asks that I seat them at a different table. All of a sudden, the patron goes off and begins screaming. 

Customer: “This is f****** bulls***. Let her sit us at the f****** table she was taking us to instead of wasting our f****** time, you fat c***!”

My manager apologised and the man snatched their cups and cutlery off of me and stormed off to their own table, his wife and children in tow. I was very shaken and upset from this encounter, so I headed out the back and broke down in tears. I don’t understand how people can be so rude, especially in front of young children!

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He Was Watching “The Danish Girl”

, , , , | Right | August 12, 2020

I’m working at the reception of a smallish hotel on the beautiful island of Mallorca, just six hours by ferry from Barcelona. The following interaction is with a couple who are in their mid-sixties:

Guest: “I can’t log on to the free WiFi. Can you help me?”

Me: “Of course I can. Just give me your laptop.”

I put in the password and connect him to the Internet, his wife all the time eagerly looking over his shoulder. Up comes the last page he had visited, and it is “Busty Danish Teens.” The man turns bright red and slams his laptop shut.

Guest: “Thank you.” 

Guest’s Wife: *Glaring at him* “What was that?” 

Guest: “We’ll talk about it later.”

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It’s Official: You’re A Jerk

, , , , , | Right | August 12, 2020

I’m waiting in line at a popular fast food restaurant when a man comes flying up to the counter and slams a burger container down beside the register, crushing it as he does so.

Angry Customer: “I said no pickles!” 

Employee: *Understandably startled* “I’m sorry?” 

Angry Customer: “You put a pickle on my burger when I said no pickles!”

He angrily jabs the crushed burger box with his finger as he speaks.

Employee: “I’m so sorry. We’ll make you another right away. What did you want on it?”

I think it is smart of her to ask since he may have had other specific requests, and this man’s blood pressure won’t survive another undesired ingredient.

Angry Customer:No pickles! How hard is that?! Go get your boss!”

He is acting and moving in a physically intimidating and aggressive way as he speaks. I step in. I’m not a confrontational person, but I feel awful for the employees.

Me: “Why? Do you need to show even more people that you’re irrationally angry?”

The angry customer turns and steps toward me.

Angry Customer: “What did you say?”

Me: “You’ve already proven it to all of us.”

I gesture to the line of customers, including myself.

Me: “Or maybe you want the manager to write up a complaint on paper, making your irrational anger totally official?”

Unfortunately, the man didn’t stop being a jerk. He yelled at me and the employees some more, then the manager. But he did, at the very least, stop moving as if he were about to hit someone. Instead of eating there, as I planned to, I actually left with my hands shaking nervously.

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