It’s late at night and I’m supposed to be picking up my boyfriend from work, but I leave a bit too early so I decide to stop at a local convenience store to grab a bottle of water. This store is on a somewhat bad side of town.

As I enter, I notice the clerk is bent down under the counter stocking cigarettes, and there is one other customer who is on the opposite side of the door. 

Customer: “I bet you hate having to work here all night with crazy people on drugs trying to steal things from you.” 

The clerk obviously can’t hear the guy. The customer walks up to the counter and I get in line behind him. 

Customer: “You don’t have to be such an a**hole, man! I was just trying to make conversation and be nice!” 

Clerk: *Politely* “I’m very sorry, but I couldn’t hear you.”

Customer: “That’s bulls***! You’re a f****** a**hole and I’m not going to pay for this stuff now!” 

Clerk: “I can’t let you do that, sir.” 

Customer: “Well, I’m going to and you can’t do anything about it!” 

The clerk snatches an orange juice out of the customer’s hand, but before he can grab anything else, the customer runs out of the store. I pay for my things and tell the clerk I’m sorry he had to deal with that, and I start to walk out to my car. In the parking lot, the guy pulls up, almost hitting me with his car, and gets out. 

Customer: *To me* “I guess I should go pay the guy since he has to deal with such a**hole druggies all night.”

Considering the fact that a police station was less than a block away, I’m pretty sure the guy was just trying to avoid having the cops called on him.

A coworker is on the phone with a lady ordering pizza. She can barely understand the customer; her voice is muffled.

Coworker: “Ma’am, are you wearing a mask?”

Customer: “Yes. I don’t want to get corona from you.”

I’m surprised that the lady didn’t want the pizza faxed to her.

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I’m ordering at a fast food restaurant.

Me: “…and a lemon-lime soda, no ice.”

It is a habit for me to order sodas without ice; I hate the way the carbonation is ruined. I know my wishes are often ignored, so I always check the drink. But this particular day, I’m lost in thought and when I get to the window to get my order, I simply can’t remember what I said.

Clerk: “Here’s your drink.”

Me: “Oh, nuts. Did I say, ‘no ice’?”

Clerk: “Yes, sir, you did.”

He handed me the drink and it was done right for a change. Thanks, dude, for getting it right even when I wasn’t sure myself.

I am a manager at a combined grocery and restaurant location; it is very well known and popular in my part of the country.

This is well into a “shelter in place” and “essential business only” situation.

This lady pulls up through the drive-thru, driving past other customers, and pulls up to the window. A secondary manager and an employee greet her at the window. She speaks demandingly.

Customer: “Go get my items from the grocery section.”

Coworker: “I am sorry, ma’am, but it is company policy that the drive-thru is for restaurant food only.”

She throws a few F-bombs and calls them a few names out of the book.

Coworker: “Again, ma’am, drive-thru is for restaurant food only, and handicapped people only have the option of calling in an order.”

She drives around to the front of the store, parks in a handicapped spot, and starts to motion the cashier out to her. The cashier walks out, points out that she does not have a handicap placard or sticker, and walks back in. At this point, she has dropped multiple more F-bombs and called the employees multiple names.

I have been doing inventory and have not seen or heard any of this until after this is all over. I come walking onto the line as this lady comes into the store, screaming and dropping still more F-bombs.

She motions to a lady with three kids at the front register, and then to another lady with three kids ordering ice cream, finally spinning around, almost hitting them as she flails her arms around.

Customer: “This is f****** why I didn’t f****** want to f****** come in here!”

I walk over as she storms into the grocery section.

Me: “Ma’am, I need you to stop yelling and cursing; there are children around—”

She screams and curses some more, moaning about how she is a caregiver and shouldn’t have to step foot in our store. I give her a second warning about cursing and walk away. The next thing I know, she is screaming at me over the shelves from the next aisle over.

Customer: “I’m not causing a scene; it’s your f****** problem!”

She’s trying to stand in line at the cashier at this point, about four customers back from the register. I walk around the shelves to her and take the half-gallon of milk she has in her hand.

Me: “You need to leave.”

She grabs her ID badge on her lanyard and literally hits me in the face with it, screaming.

Customer: “Do you see this? That means I’m essential!”

I look down at the apron I am wearing. I grab it up and fluff it in her face.

Me: “You see this apron?! This means I’m essential, too! Otherwise, I wouldn’t be here!”

The guy standing in front of her laughs, and the customer at the checkout hollers out:

Other Customer: “Thank you; she needed to hear that!”

She dropped her shopping and left.

My mom’s friend’s daughter works at a regional hamburger and ice cream chain store that also has a small retail area that sells basic groceries. This chain does not have a break room for the employees, so they are expected to eat on their breaks in the main dining room.

During the recent outbreak, the dining room is closed, but the drive-thru and the grocery section are still open. A customer comes in and sees her eating in the dining room.

Customer: “I thought the dining room was closed! Why is she in there?!”

Manager: “She works here. She’s just taking a break.”

The customer then threw a fit and called the county health agency. She made such a stink that the managers from then on were forced to make the employees take their lunch break in their cars.