The Door Slamming Shut Behind You Is Music To Our Ears
This happened around 2013 when I worked at a small midwest music store. I could go on and on about the many wicked customers that entered that store over the four years that I worked there, but I’ll share the most satisfying one.
I was young, still in high school, working as a sales associate in an upper-middle-class suburban midwest music store. The store catered mostly to kids in school band, selling cheap orchestra instruments on 0% interest and zero down payment plans that you could cancel at any time. It was their bread and butter. During peak season (the end of summer) we would have lines out the door, each person filling out one of these contracts.
This brings me to Rude Dad™. It was a day like any other when a huge pickup pulled into the front spot and a dad and his son hopped out and came into the store.
The dad placed a piano lesson book on the counter.
Rude Dad: “I’d like to return this.”
I looked at the receipt and saw that it was not within our return policy time of thirty days. Now, normally, I would have just accepted the return, but I had just had a talking-to from the manager about accepting returns past thirty days.
Me: *Politely* “Sir, I’m sorry, but we can’t accept returns past thirty days.”
This book was no more than $8, and it was clear that the kid had finished the book and moved on to the next book, but still, Rude Dad™ started to get angry. I gestured to the return policy that was laminated to our counter.
Me: *Still politely* “Sir, this is our policy. I’ll get in trouble if I accept the return.”
Rude Dad: “Well, maybe I should just return the $800 clarinet I bought the other day, too!”
Young, and shaken from being yelled at, I just took the book and began the return process. At that moment, my older coworker, who had heard the whole thing, turned around, looked this guy in the eye, and said something along the lines of:
Coworker: “You’re returning your kid’s clarinet because you’re upset that we won’t return an $8 book you’ve clearly used?! What do you think the purpose of having a return policy is, sir?! If you would like to return your kid’s clarinet, go ahead.”
I froze. Rude Dad™ froze. I looked at his embarrassed young kid just wanting to hide. Rude Dad™ snatched his book off the counter and stormed out. He stood out in front of our store for another fifteen or twenty minutes, walking up to cars pulling in, clearly talking to them about what happened, and gesturing toward us in the store. Then, he drove off, never to return.
Thankfully, my coworker was one of the best employees with the highest sales numbers, so he was safe from upper management. He immediately called our manager to tell him what happened to get ahead of it, and neither of us received any repercussions. I was really glad he stepped up and yelled at that guy. It was satisfying seeing the guy storm out like a child and try and get people to not shop here.
Hopefully, that kid is doing all right.