This takes place at my first full-time job. I’ve worked retail jobs before this one during my high school days, part-time, and even in the restaurant business, so I’m used to dealing with people, but sometimes you get someone that’s so off-putting you just want to punch them in the face.
I have been at this job for three or four years now, and I know a lot of the customers that come in. I know their faces, and I can chat with them for a moment or two, but I don’t know their names. (I have trouble remembering names, but faces are easy.) Nearly everyone who comes in to buy is easy to deal with and doesn’t give any grief with prices or inventory.
One day, I’m working in the showroom. The morning rush has ended, and I generally don’t see many customers until lunchtime. However, in walks a gentleman I’ve never seen before. He holds himself in such a manner that he appears to give off that vibe that he’s better than everyone else.
I greet him and ask:
Me: “What can I help you with today?”
Customer: “I’m here for my order.”
Me: “What account is it under so I can pull it up?”
He gives me that deadpan look in the eyes and doesn’t change his facial expression in any way.
Customer: “Don’t you know who I am?”
Me: “Sorry, I’ve never seen you or met you before, which is why I asked what account the order is under.”
Customer: “Are you some kind of f****** clown? You think you’re funny? I need my order now.”
Me: “I’ll get someone that cares about helping you.”
I walk away and leave the showroom. I go to my supervisor and tell him about the current “customer” in the showroom. My supervisor peeks out the blinds of his office (his window looks into the showroom) and gives a sigh of disgust.
Supervisor: “I know who that guy is; he’s a low-level contractor who hardly does any business through us, thinks the world bows to him, and treats everyone like crap. I’ll go help the guy out.”
Apparently, the customer is upset that a piece of wood floor molding doesn’t quite match the color of the wood flooring he picked up, and he wants to find a piece that matches better.
Months go by, and I forget about this customer… until one day when he wanders back into the showroom. He’s irritated — I can tell just from his body language — that he has to wait for a couple of people to get helped first that were there before him.
Once it is his turn, he comes up to the counter.
Me: “Good morning, how can I help you today?”
Customer: “I need a tapping block.”
Me: “We don’t stock any tapping blocks. I can get one ordered for you, but it’ll be a couple of days before it comes in.”
Customer: “I’ve bought one from here before. Why don’t you have any in stock now? I need it now, and that’s why I’m here. Get me a tapping block.”
Me: “We’ve never stocked tapping blocks. We rarely sell them. If you did buy one here before, it was special ordered, or by some rare chance, we were sitting on a sample tool or a special order that no one ever picked up so we put it into inventory. We don’t stock them.”
Customer: “I drove all the way over here from my job site because you’ve had tapping blocks before. Get. Me. A. F******. Tapping. Block. Now.”
There are two other customers waiting in line behind this rude a**hole, and the one guy who’s standing behind him is a very nice guy. He’s very soft-spoken, has long blond hair, and looks kind of like a derpy hippy guy. I’ve never heard him cuss or swear with other installers who come through when they all chat in the mornings. Most installers swear like a sailor; this guy is the only one I’ve never heard swear or say a bad thing about anyone.
As for the customer I’m dealing with, I don’t know what else I can tell him. I’m getting flustered and trying not to snap at him.
Customer: “Your competition carries tapping blocks. I could go there right now and get one, and you’d lose out on a sale because of it. You think this is a f****** joke?!”
Soft-Spoken Guy: *Boisterously lashing out* “If you can get that tool at the competition, then why the f*** are you here harassing this nice young man when he already told you they don’t carry that f****** tool?! Get the f*** out of here before I make you!”
The rude customer didn’t say another word; he just tucked tail and ran out the front door. I never did see him again.
I thanked the other installer, and he said he hates people like that. He said the customer had no right to treat us like garbage just because he wasn’t getting his way.
For the next handful of years that I worked there, I’d always see this nice, long-haired installer stop in a couple of days a week to buy his supplies, and never again did I ever hear him cuss or swear or raise his voice.