I’m headed to the grocery store to buy more cat treats and cat food. I’m in a grey hoodie, a toque (beanie to you Americans), a grey Guinness tank top, and navy blue pajama pants, and I’m carrying an “Attack On Titan” man purse. I in no way look like an employee anywhere. I’m in what I like to call “bum couture”. I also have headphones in, listening to some music.
I get to the store, jamming out to some Slipknot, and proceed to go about my business. I grab a basket and beeline to the pet aisle. I pass the registers and am instantly accosted by this neon-green-haired woman in her late forties wearing a shawl and looking like she belongs in a craft show. She instantly starts in on me, looking everywhere else but at me.
Woman: “Listen here, little man. I’m looking for dish soap, and I have no f****** clue where you people hide that crap! Show me where it is now!”
I pull out one headphone.
Me: “Pardon?”
Woman: *Groaning angrily* “UGH! Do you morons even listen?! WHERE. IS. THE. DISH. SOAP?!”
She’s snapping her fingers in my face at every word, which instantly pisses me off.
Me: “I know where it is, but with your attitude, I’m not exactly inclined to help you.”
The woman puffs up in indignation.
Woman: “LISTEN HERE—”
I cut her off and yell right back in her face:
Me: “No, you listen here! These people don’t get paid enough to deal with your s***, and I don’t work here, so I’m definitely not getting paid enough to take your nasty s***! How about you open your d*** eyes and look at me? What about my appearance says I work here?! What about my clothing could possibly indicate that I’m employed here?! Hmmmm?
This woman is clearly taken aback that someone dared to talk back.
Woman: “Well, I never!”
An employee comes over from customer service.
Employee: “What’s going on here?
The woman speaks up before I can get a word in.
Woman: “THIS A**HOLE HAS BEEN RUDE TO ME AND DARED TO TALK BACK TO ME! I DEMAND HE BE WRITTEN UP AND FIRED THIS INSTANT!”
Me: “Page a manager, please. Clueless here thinks I work here and also requires glasses.”
The employee bolts to go grab the manager and we stand there. I just fold my arms and wait while the woman hisses vitriol at me about how I’m going to be mega-fired or whatever. I stop paying attention and go back to listening to my music. The employee appears with the store manager minutes later.
Store Manager: “What’s going on here? [Employee] sort of filled me—”
The woman cuts the manager off before he can finish his sentence and goes right back to screaming.
Woman: “THIS LITTLE S*** REFUSED TO SHOW ME WHERE THE DISH SOAP WAS AND WAS RUDE AND INSULTING TO ME! I DEMAND YOU FIRE HIM AND COMPENSATE ME FOR MY TROUBLE!”
Me: “She’s clueless and thinks I work here somehow. I just want cat food and treats.”
Store Manager: “Ma’am, he is plainly a customer. Look at him; PJs aren’t part of the uniform here.”
The woman actually looks at me and really takes in my appearance for the first time. Seeing that I’m literally here dressed like a lazy couch potato, she lets out a weak, “Oh…”
Evidently, she’s a common problem at this store because the store manager surprises me with his next remark.
Store Manager: *Coldly and obviously very annoyed* “Ma’am, this is the third time this week you have abused staff and customers. Leave now, and if we see you here again, you will be trespassed. You are banned from this location indefinitely. Now, please leave.
Enraged, the woman threw her basket to the floor and raged out, screaming about lawyers.
The store manager apologized to me, and the employee gave me a 25% discount on my kitty treats and food. All in all, not bad — all it took was dealing with an idiot for seven minutes.