If Anyone Was Deserving Of Being Carted Off…
I am waiting to be served at the service desk of a major supermarket in a suburb known for drug problems, crime, and s***ty people in general. This store only has a handful of trolleys, and today, there are none in the bays. The cashier is a young woman of eighteen or nineteen.
The cashier has just started to serve me when I’m pushed out of the way.
Customer: “Why aren’t there any trolleys?”
Cashier: “Ma’am, please don’t touch other customers, and wait your turn.“
Customer: *Now yelling* “F*** THE OTHER CUSTOMERS! WHY ARE THERE NO TROLLEYS?“
Cashier: “Customers are using them?“
Customer: “THIS IS F****** RIDICULOUS! WHY ARE THERE NO TROLLEYS?”
I’ve had a long day at work and just want to do my return and go home, so I step in.
Me: “Because some idiots take them away from the shop and don’t return them.”
Customer: *Turning to me* “WHO THE F*** ASKED YOU?”
Me: “Well, considering you literally pushed your way into my conversation and are harassing a poor worker who has no control over how many trolleys there are, you did. Now, shut the f*** and use a basket like anyone with half a brain. Just f*** off and let the five actual customers here get served, or the security guard there can call the cops and I’ll press charges for assault. Take your pick.
Customer: “F*** YOU, YOU FAT—”
Me: *To the approaching security guard* “Please call the cops. This woman just… Oh, look at that; she ran away.”