This happened to a coworker and me a few weeks ago at our fast food job. I had finished my shift a while ago and had stayed to eat some food before I headed home. When I was ready to leave, I decided to go to the bathroom first. I got in, and almost immediately, someone else (who I found out later was my coworker) went into the only other stall.
The time between me finishing my food and me finishing up my “big business” was a grand total of three minutes.
Enter the entitled customer. She didn’t wait even a few seconds for a stall to become available. She tried my stall door and then the other when mine didn’t open.
Customer: “Hurry up, girls! Other people have to use the toilet, too!” *Bangs on the doors* “COME ON! HURRY THE F*** UP!”
Me: *Purposefully being loud with the toilet paper dispenser* “Ma’am, I’m almost done! I’ll be out in a minute!”
Customer: “WHAT THE F*** ARE YOU GIRLS DOING IN THERE, DRUGS?! PROBABLY F****** SHOOT’N UP WITH NEEDLES, YA F****** DRUGGIES!”
During her tirade, the other stall had become available, and I was exiting mine when I saw she was getting up in [Coworker]’s face. [Coworker] was just trying to wash her hands and get out of there.
Customer: “You girls took way too long!”
Coworker: “Sorry, ma’am. The stall is available now, though, so please stop yelling at us.”
Customer: “THIS IS A PUBLIC BATHROOM! NOT A PLACE FOR DRUGGIES LIKE YOU TWO TO HANG OUT! OTHER PEOPLE HAD TO USE THE TOILET!”
Coworker: “It’s not like this is the only bathroom around…”
Customer: “And where are these other bathrooms? I only see two stalls!”
Coworker: *Calmly* “If you had to go desperately, the men’s room has a stall and toilet, or there’s a public restroom at the gas station right next door.”
Customer: “I am a woman, and I am eating here, so I will use this restroom! You f****** methheads should not have been in there so long while I was waiting!”
Me: “Lady, I had been in there at most two minutes before you came in and she—” *points to my coworker* “—came in after me! If you have to go so bad, why don’t you go use one of the two stalls that are now available instead of wrongfully accusing us of taking drugs?”
My coworker and I leave and I go report what happened to our female manager.
Me: *Voice cracking from anxiety* “I just wanted to let you know, [Coworker] and I were just in the bathroom, and this lady came in, and apparently, we took too long so she accused us of taking drugs. [Coworker] told her where more bathrooms were, and I told her we had gotten in there right before she did, but she didn’t like that, so I think she’s gonna come out yelling.”
Sure enough, the moment I get done saying that, the customer comes out holding up two fingers.
Customer: “SEE?! TWO MINUTES! THAT’S ALL IT F****** TAKES! TWO MINUTES!”
My very petite but feisty manager speaks up.
Manager: “Excuse me?! I didn’t realize there was a specific time limit on how long someone was allowed to be in a public bathroom! You’re being ridiculous!”
Customer: “They were in there for more than the two minutes it should have taken them! They must have been doing drugs and that is unacceptable!”
Manager: “No! What is unacceptable is accusing my employees of taking drugs just because they didn’t conform to your stupid bathroom beliefs! Please leave!”
Customer: “I WANNA SPEAK TO THE MANAGER!”
My manager tugs at her shirt, which is obviously very different than mine.
Manager: “You see this shirt?! I am a manager, and I’ve asked you to leave! Now get out!“
Customer: “WELL, YOU’RE FAT AND UGLY!” *Storms out*
I’m really glad that our managers look out for us and have our backs against crazy people like that!
Related:
Two Too Much, Part 2
Two Too Much