An elderly gentleman came into our store. He could barely walk with his cane, and his legs trembled so much that two employees converged behind him in order to catch them in case he keeled over backward. I knew at a glance that he was not able to follow me to any book section, even if I walked slowly and offered my arm to hang onto.
Either he didn’t have loved ones to pick it up for him, or else he was determined to hang on to that last thread of independence left to him, regardless of the pain and exhaustion.
Thankfully, everything aligned perfectly. He knew the title and the author of the book he wanted, AND we had it in stock. One coworker appeared out of the café with a chair as soon as the elderly gentleman tottered his way to the information desk. As the grateful elderly gentleman sat down, I went on my mission to look for and retrieve the book he wanted.
I had the information written on a piece of scrap paper and I was heading to the section when a rude regular stepped directly into my path, bodily blocking my progress.
The rude regular was a fit-looking man and could even be called handsome, but everyone hated him. This was a guy who was a complete and utter jerk to female employees because he viewed women as “the weaker gender.” This was not a secret or even an assumption; he had openly said those words, along with a number of opinions about a “woman’s place” (don’t ask where that place is, as it is too vulgar to share here) and used his height and build to intimidate female customers and employees alike.
Management had been spineless as far as banning him, though they had begrudgingly “allowed” us to refuse him service, mostly because the female staff told them that by law they were allowed to and management feared the tangle that would happen if they tried to prevent it.
Rude Regular: “I’m looking for [Book].”
Me: “It’s in the Psychology section, which is right over there.” *Gestures*
Rude Regular: *Raising his voice a little bit* “Aren’t you going to help me find it?”
Me: “I’m actually helping another customer at the moment, but I’ll be happy to help you as soon as I’ve finished with him.”
I tried to walk around him and he sidestepped to block my path again, his voice dropping to a threatening growl.
Rude Regular: “Maybe you didn’t hear me. I need help finding [Book].”
Me: “Maybe you didn’t hear me, sir. I’m helping that gentleman over there.”
I gestured to the elderly man, who was slightly slumped over his cane in the chair but still managed to carry on a friendly and animated conversation with a male supervisor.
Me: “If, however, you are in a rush, the information desk is about ten feet behind me and you can get some help there.”
The rude regular looked at the elderly gentleman, sized him up, sniffed disdainfully, and planted himself squarely in front of me.
Rude Regular: “I’m not interested in walking that far. I’m talking to you, and I expect to get the service that I deserve.”
I gave him my most oily, nasty smile.
Me: “Certainly, sir. I will give you the service you so richly deserve.”
Rude Regular: *Relaxed, with a superior, smug sneer* “That’s better.”
And with that, I darted around him before he could react and went straight to the section. The rude regular stood there with an expression of profound shock on his face.
I retrieved the best-looking copy of the book I was searching for and carried it back to the elderly gentleman, refusing to even glance in the rude regular’s direction.
That was the right book, and he was very happy to have it. It was at the time of day when there was no line at the registers, so he was rung up right away. He politely declined further assistance and tottered out the door.
Of course, the rude regular wouldn’t let it go, and he chose, of all people, the male supervisor to complain to. [Supervisor] flicked me a reassuring glance and then turned an expressionless, dead-inside expression to the rude regular.
Supervisor: “While, yes, I agree that it is our job to assist customers, [My Name] was currently helping someone. If you really felt that you needed help finding a book, you should have asked someone who was not already busy.”
The rude regular flinched but continued to bluster.
Rude Regular: “But… but she was rude to me! She needs to be taught some manners! I demand that you reprimand her right now!”
Supervisor: “I heard her. She was polite the first two times that you rudely demanded assistance, after which, apparently, she simply decided to exercise her right to refuse service to you and continue doing her job.”
Rude Regular: “She doesn’t have the right to refuse me service! Her job is to serve me!”
Supervisor: *Putting on his most intimidating FBI stare* “Actually, she does have that right, and I will advise you to stop harassing employees.”
Rude Regular: *Squirming a bit* “If she doesn’t want to be harassed, then she should do what she is told! Come on, you’re a man! You should know how women these days—”
Supervisor: “Don’t you even pull me into your trash club. You need to leave before I call the police and have you removed.”
He whined and then left.
Supervisor: *To me* “Good lord, I wish I had the authority to ban that jacka**.”
After that, I would occasionally see the rude regular slinking around from time to time until I left the store. Management still refused to ban him, but after being taken down a peg by a fellow man, he went from openly being a slime bag to just a sulky mumbler, so it WAS a bit of an improvement.