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This Guy’s Getting Nothing But Coal For Christmas For The Next Several Years

, , , , , | Legal | January 13, 2023

The small grocery store where I work is usually open from 7:00 am to 10:00 pm, and there is a sister store in the same town, about twenty minutes away, that is open twenty-four hours a day. However, this story takes place on Christmas Eve, which changes things slightly. Holiday opening hours have been posted for around a month. 

I am a supervisor and operating as the duty manager tonight. We closed at 9:00 pm, and I’m walking out at around 9:15 pm with my single cashier. We’re both females.

I have locked the door, and a man rushes up, clearly annoyed to see us closed.

Man: “I just need cigarettes and beer.”

Me: *Politely* “We have closed early for Christmas, sir.”

I indicate the sign in the window with opening hours.

Man: *Irritated* “Fine, I’ll just go to your twenty-four-hour location.”

In a foolish act of Christmas spirit and not wanting him to waste his time, I informed him that the twenty-four-hour location had also closed for the night. I was about to add that they would be open for several hours the next day when the man turned to me, shoved me backward into the wall, and grabbed my bag, where I had put the keys to the store.

My cashier tried to stop him, but he managed to push her away while operating the shutter and unlocking the door; it wasn’t a complicated key. The alarm was triggered, which spooked the man, and he dropped the key and ran away.

Or at least, so I’m told; my head had hit the wall and I’d lost consciousness. My cashier called 999, and the police and paramedics arrived soon after, followed by the store manager responding to the alarm. 

I spent Christmas in hospital with a minor skull fracture and concussion. Luckily, we had CCTV of the incident, and my boss knew the man, so he spent Christmas in a police cell and eventually pleaded guilty to assault and battery.

The following year, even though Christmas eve fell on a shift I’d normally work again, I was given the night off and they scheduled one of the burly men instead.

It’s Less… Slappy, In The Philippines!

, , , | Right | January 10, 2023

I have been working in the same grocery store for almost ten years. While I enjoy my coworkers and the stable paycheck, the job and the customers have been wearing me down so I have been saving up for a couple of years to take a break and backpack around Asia for a few months. My bosses all know this and know I will one day be giving my two-week notice.

I am checking out an older lady.

Customer: “No, no, no! That item is on sale!”

Me: “The sale on this ice cream is only for the cookie dough and brownie flavors. This flavor isn’t on sale!”

Customer: “That’s not what the label said!”

Me: “Sorry, ma’am, but I personally stocked the ice cream myself this morning. I know that’s what the label says.”

Customer: “You’re just trying to f*** me over! Get me your manager!”

Me: “Ma’am, I can call them over but the label will still stay the same.”

Customer: “I am going to make a scene unless your manager gives me my discount on this ice cream right now!”

Me: “…no.”

Customer: “What did you say to me?!”

Me: “I said no. No, I will not be rewarding your tantrum. You do not get to stomp your feet and get your own way because someone is finally saying no to you. What stage of entitlement do you have to reach to behave this way over ice cream? It’s pathetic.”

Customer: “You call your manager over this instant! You’re getting fired!”

Me: “Customer service desk is near the exit. Please pay for your items or leave.”

Suddenly, in a fit of rage, this customer actually slaps my face! It’s not enough to cause injury but there is a nasty sting to it, and it’s loud enough for everyone nearby to stop and stare.

My manager comes racing over while I am sitting there in shock and the customer is beginning to realize they might have effed up.

Manager: “What’s going on?”

Customer: “Your employee is not respecting your customers!”

Manager: “And so you slapped him? I don’t care what he said, that is assault, and we will be calling the police.”

Customer: “But… they disrespected me! Fire them this instant!”

Me: “No need… I quit.”

Both the manager and the customer stare at me.

Me: “I shouldn’t be at risk of assault simply for standing my ground and abiding the rules. This foul excuse for a human being should be banned and forced to reckon with their behavior. As for me, I am out of here. I’ll be relaxing on a beach in The Philippines if you need me.”

I left right there and then. I went back in the next day to hand in my uniform and provide a statement to the police. My boss was very understanding and allowed me to take my accumulated leave to cover my two-week notice period.

I’m now a few weeks into traveling around The Philippines and am yet to encounter a single awful customer. I know this trip has to end sometime, but knowing that customer got a criminal record helps more than I can say!

Giving Clerks PIN-TSD

, , , , , , | Right | January 6, 2023

I pop across the road to my nearest mini-mart to buy a bottle of wine. When I come to pay, I wave my card over the reader as usual.

Reader: “NOT APPROVED.”

The cashier takes a big step back from the checkout.

Cashier: “It’s, er, it’s saying here… that you’ll need to put your PIN in. It’s not me! It’s a bank thing! Blame your bank!”

I insert my card and enter my PIN.

Me: “There we go. It’s a security thing, I think?”

Cashier: “Yeah, it’s every-so-much transactions or every-so-much pounds. I’m really sorry.”

Me: “Why? It’s just five buttons, it only takes a few seconds…”

I am now noticing the big dent in the Perspex screen between them and me.

Me: “Oh, people get violent with you about this type of thing, don’t they?”

Cashier: “Three times this evening.”

Being A Dishwasher Is Not As Dull As Dishwater

, , , , , | Right | January 4, 2023

I am a seventeen-year-old dishwasher at a café. One diner isn’t satisfied with the amount of avocado on her sandwich, but instead of complaining to the cashier or the cook, she decides it’s my fault.

She comes behind the counter, surprises me by grabbing my shoulder, and starts to berate me for poor service while waving her sandwich in my face. I’m dumbfounded, standing there with rubber gloves on, holding a sponge and a spoon.

My boss hears the commotion from the back, quickly assesses the situation, and runs the lady out the door. From inside, I can hear my boss threatening the lady with charges of trespassing and assault, all the while grilling her about why she thought the dishwasher had anything to do with her sandwich.

No Means No (And No Beer)

, , , , , , | Legal | CREDIT: cwu007 | December 26, 2022

I’m a retail manager for a retail drug store chain, and Friday nights are very busy. Everyone is excited for the weekend and alcohol sales are up.

It starts off as a typical Friday night until [Man] walks in. He makes his way to the cooler to buy a six-pack of beer in glass bottles. On his way there, he decides to hit on a woman and ask for her number. The woman’s boyfriend immediately confronts [Man].

Boyfriend: “[Woman] is my girlfriend!”

To get the full picture, the woman has a stroller with a baby in it, and her boyfriend is a large guy with tattoos for eyebrows and several extreme piercings.

Both parties go their separate ways until checkout.

[Man] is in front of [Boyfriend], and [Man] tries again to ask [Woman] for her number.

Boyfriend: *In a tougher, firmer voice* “Leave my girlfriend alone!”

After [Man] pays for his beer, he decides to wait outside, and again, he asks [Woman] for her number. [Boyfriend] is now mad. He grabs [Man]’s beer and slams it against a concrete pillar outside the store. Glass breaks, and there’s a large puddle of beer.

Boyfriend: “Next time, that’s your head.”

And he leaves with [Woman].

That is only the start of the crazy night with [Man]. He comes back in and asks for a manager.

Man: “I’d like a replacement for my beer.”

Manager: “Because we didn’t break your beer, we cannot replace it. We can call the police, though, so you can report the assault and the loss.”

Man: “The store would get a lot of bad publicity with the police and being on the news, so it would be cheaper and less stressful if you just give me another pack of beer.”

We kept saying no, multiple times.

Then, [Man] started a tantrum. He started punching the concrete poles, throwing whatever he could get his hands on, and even toppling the trash cans.

I called the police not once, but twice. Unfortunately, it took the police half an hour to get to the store. During that half-hour, [Man] was harassing customers and throwing his tantrum. Luckily, the other manager who was on duty with me was large and burly and offered to escort customers to their cars.

At one point, [Man] even tried to grab the manager’s leg like a little kid, begging for a beer.

When the police finally arrived, [Man] was throwing his shoes. He picked up a piece of broken glass, looking like he was ready to charge. That’s when the police drew their guns and ordered [Man] to put his hands up and get on the ground.

The police told me that what they had witnessed was enough for them to arrest him, but they took my statement for good measure.

Had [Man] just listened to [Boyfriend]’s first warning, he’d be home alone enjoying some beer. Instead, he spent the night in jail alone with no beer.