I work overnights in a gas station in a particularly bad part of town. So, from 11 PM to 6 AM I use a pass-through drawer to make transactions so I don’t get robbed. This one a**hole shows up a couple times a week and gets at least $20 in gas, and maybe $10-15 in other stuff.

How does he pay? By just dumping a handful of change into the drawer, making me pick it all up. Even if I have my hand out, he’ll go under my hand and throw it in the drawer.

This annoys like you wouldn’t believe, so I started being rude back to him. I don’t give him his stuff until I pick up each coin piece by piece and then count it all out and put it in the drawer. I’m talking like $30 in quarters and dimes and nickels, so it takes a good five minutes.

One time I was doing it, he says:

Customer: “Come the f*** on man, I’m in a hurry!”

Me: “Yeah?”

I just kept going while he huffed and puffed and swore and paced back and forth. 

After a few more times of this, he started paying only in bills.

CONTENT WARNING: Gross

We have a customer come in every morning and just destroy the male restroom. It’s not a medical issue, he is a sick man who likes to take a power trip over us lowly gas station staff by spreading his fecal matter all over the floor and walls of the restroom. It’s been a few weeks of this, and we know it’s him. 

One day I have had enough, and I corner him going to the restroom.

Me: “Sorry, sir, but there is no restroom today.”

Customer: “No, I need to use it.” *Then with a sly wink.* “You can close it after I am done.”

Me: “Actually, no sir, that will not be happening. We all know what you’ve been doing to the restrooms and you will not be allowed to deface them any longer.”

Customer: “You can’t speak to me that way! Where is your manager!”

Me: “I can fetch him for you, but he will agree with me.”

I fetch the manager, who has also been aware of the restroom situation and knows who this man is. The manager takes my side and the customer storms off. The next day the manager takes me aside.

Manager: “So, we have to let him use the restroom next time he comes in.”

Me: “What?!”

Manager: “Yeah… he called corporate, and said we were denying him access and discriminating and a whole bunch of other buzzwords that make the legal team nervous.”

Me: “And you told them that this man has been spreading his s*** all over the restroom every time he comes in and we’re the ones who have to clean it up?”

Manager: “They said if we can’t prove it’s him then there’s nothing we can do.”

Me: “What do they want us to do, put a camera in the restroom?!”

Manager: “Just… avoid him from now on.”

Me: “If he comes back and s***s everywhere again I am not going to clean it up. I’ll quit.”

Manager: “Well… we’ll see.”

Lo and behold, a few days later he is back, and this time he doesn’t just beeline for the restroom, but he makes a smug amount of eye contact with me as he heads in.

Ten minutes later he comes back out with a satisfied look on his face. I go and check the restroom and yup… he’s done it again.

I call the manager over and he has a pained look on his face.

Manager: “Look, I know you said that you would—”

Me: “Nope. Not cleaning it. If you won’t stop him from doing this then you’re the one cleaning it.”

Manager: “I have too much work on my desk. Look, clean it up and I’ll buy you lunch.”

Me: “Are you serious?”

Manager: “There’s nothing I can do.”

Me: “Well tough s***, because I quit.”

I walked out right there and didn’t look back. Losing the minimum-wage job was no biggie, but being the petty and vengeful person that I am I couldn’t let this a**hole just get away with it. I asked my coworker to call me when he came back for his sick power play, and as I lived just five minutes away I put something together.

He came back and I got the call. I literally ran over with a bag of cat poop that my little furry friends had been producing for me for a few days. I then took my gloved hand and smeared the crap all over this guy’s windshield and use it to spell out “we won’t take your s*** anymore!”

I take a seat in a nearby fast-food coffee place with a clear view of the parking lot and see him come out a few minutes later. He is appalled and disgusted and makes a scene. My manager comes out and tries to placate him but is unsuccessful.

After a minute or two of chuckling I walk past them, where he spots me.

Customer: “You! It was you that did this! You’re getting fired for this!”

Me: “I don’t know what you mean, sir. I’m just your average Jane Citizen going about her business.”

Customer: *To my manager.* “Have her fired at once!”

Manager: “She no longer works for us, sir. There’s nothing I can do.”

The customer stared back and forth between us and screamed in rageful defeat and drove off in his s***-covered car.

Manager: “You know I would have had to have fired you if you still worked here. He could also call the police on you.”

Me: “He might, but we both know the camera looking into the parking lot doesn’t work. So like Corporate said, it’s about what you can prove.”

According to my coworker, he never came back. My manager was still a weak Corporate guppy but I held him no ill-will. My new job is still minimum-wage (getting through college) but happily poop-free!

I work for a home installation company. Like a lot of businesses, we belong to the Better Business Bureau, and we have an A+!

We have a couple who wants a bay window and some new siding. Great! That is just what we do, and we do it well. The job is slated to take two weeks. During installation, the customer calls and wants to have us look at their patio door; we do that, too!

Well, the boss arrives at the appointed time to discuss the new door, only to find that the customer is drunk at 3:00 pm and raring to fight with anyone.

My boss is not to be messed with. He will be professional and courteous, but the minute someone gets abusive, he will shut it down hard. So, drunk hubby starts by putting down the boss, stating we’re overcharging them, telling us that he could have done the job by himself, etc. My boss tries to reason with the customer’s wife while she is trying to get her husband to shut up but to no avail.

Finally, the boss tells the man to sober the h*** up and excuses himself, stating that he can come back at a better time.

The next day is when the bay window is set for installation. The bay window comes with an unfinished (not stained or painted) seat; the entire area of the seat is maybe three square feet.

The customer instantly pitches a major fit when they see it. We hear everything in the book: we promised we would do it, we never mentioned it, we offered to have the factory do it, etc.

None of this is true; in fact, on the customer’s contract, directly above where they sign, it states that we do not do any staining or painting. On this particular contract, the salesman even starred it when they were signing.

This is our inter-office signal that they did in fact review the paint/stain clause with the customer. This type of situation is exactly why we started doing this, and it has saved our butts before.

The customer will not be mollified! We must stain it and stain it now or she is not paying!

Again, the boss really hates to be pushed and he counters with, “If you don’t pay, we’ll exercise our lien rights.” We simply file a single piece of paper with the courthouse and then the lien is on file. Then, both sides have thirty days to come to an agreement.

Well, the customer stains the seat, and the installer collects the balance when he is done. The project is complete, and the customer never has to deal with the boss again. Or so I think.

Then, we receive the Better Business Bureau complaint this morning. No dispute on the price, no dispute on the product, no real dispute at all. The wife is just unhappy with the boss and wants an apology.

IT’S BEEN THREE MONTHS since the incident! Three months and they are still stewing? I treated them extremely well, and the installer treated them above and beyond, as well. But because my boss stood up for himself and told your husband to knock it off, we owe you an apology?

My answer to the BBB is to give them the entire scenario. I state that this job has been complete for three whole months now, and there is no dispute over the product. The account has been paid, and I also attach the original contract with the customer’s signature next to the starred No-Stain clause. I detail the abuse, and the boss’s response, backed by me and a fellow installer as witnesses.

Now, this lady claims she is going to go all over the Internet to tarnish our name. So now we’re building a case of libel against them. All this over a boss refusing to take abuse.

I have set up a stall at the Christmas Market within the Spedale degli Innocenti’s courtyard, ready to sell my rust-print cloths, which are both unique and fairly expensive. While I’m busy showing off a tablecloth to a customer, I hear my partner shout.

Partner: “No! Go away! Bad dog!”

I turn around and see him waving his “anti-theft staff” around menacingly, placing himself between the napkins pile and a yapping Maltese dog lunging toward them. The dog’s owner is busy having a call.

Me: “Hey there. Can you please rein in the dog before he smacks my things down?”

The owner gasps as she snatches her dog up and holds it away from our sight.

Woman: “How dare you?! She just wanted to say hello!”

Partner: “It was trying to say ‘hello’ by ripping all these cloths to shreds. I had to react.”

Woman: “Well, it’s not like they’re worth much, anyway.” *Points at a napkin* “How much is this worth? I bet I could buy this all with pocket change.”

Me: “The napkins? 40€ each, and the tablecloths are worth 200€. Do you know why? I make these personally with rust powder and ash. They’re unique. They are not puppy pads.”

The woman blushed and ran away without much incident. Still, loose and untrained dogs shouldn’t be allowed out!

I work at a mom-and-pop-style coffee shop. It’s fully independent and not a chain and enjoys a friendly series of regulars. Sadly, the owner’s son has recently taken over management, and he is a grade-A d****ebag. He’s lazy and always late, but he somehow seems to micromanage when he is around. He treats the staff like his personal minions and is always threatening to fire us. 

One day, he pulls up outside in a new sports car an hour later than he should have arrived.

Manager: *Walking in.* “Sweet ride, right?”

Me: “I suppose.”

Manager: “What do you mean, you suppose? That’s a $100,000 car!”

Me: “Oh, the car is beautiful, no doubt. It just stings a little that you got the car a week after you denied the entire staff raises.”

Manager: “It’s not my fault that you all scored average in your year-end reviews. Work harder and maybe you’ll afford a car like mine one day.”

Me: “It’s just that the entire workforce never failed a year-end review before, so—”

Manager: “—I don’t want to hear it. I can’t help it if I have higher standards than your previous management.”

He always calls his parents “previous management” to try to avoid any mention of nepotism.

Manager: “I’m going to be in my office for the rest of the day. Don’t interrupt me for anything, you clear?”

I just nod and let him go and snooze or browse the Internet in his office. My coworker comes up to me.

Coworker: “Ugh, he’s such an a**.”

Me: “Agreed, but I need this job, so…”

Coworker: “And that car, it’s so… so…” *Smiles evilly.* “It’s sooooo parked in a disabled parking bay.”

Me: *Looking again.* “Wow, so it is.”

Coworker: “It would be a shame if someone… reported it.”

Me: “Shouldn’t we just suggest he move the car?”

Coworker: “Don’t interrupt him for anything… remember?”

My coworker suddenly and mysteriously takes her “five-minute smoke break” almost immediately, and she comes back smiling and putting away her phone. Less than an hour later, a police car drives past the car, makes a note of the license plate, and leaves a ticket. My coworker suddenly needs some “fresh air.”

Coworker: *Coming back from her fresh air.* “They said if the car is still there by midday then it’s getting towed.”

Me: “Well, he already has the ticket. Should we tell him?”

Coworker: “Don’t interrupt him for anything… remember?”

Yes. The car got towed. No, the manager wasn’t happy. My coworker was, though! When the manager asked us why we didn’t get him when the car was being towed, my coworker simply repeated:

Coworker: “Don’t interrupt him for anything… remember?”