Takes A Backbone To Stand Up For Yourself

| Oklahoma City, OK, USA | Bad Behavior, Health & Body, Top

(I am a 28-year-old female. I have just parked in a handicapped spot to go grocery shopping. I had surgery on my spine a month prior to this incident. I put my handicapped sticker up and exit my car when a random customer comes up to me.)

Customer: “How dare you!”

Me: “I beg your pardon?”

Customer: “You should be absolutely ASHAMED of yourself! It’s young people like you who have NO respect for anything! Who do you think you are? Parking in a handicapped spot! You aren’t even handicapped! I bet you stole that from someone, and you are just using it so you won’t have to park farther away!”

Me: “Well, actually ma’am, it’s my handicapped sticker. I—”

Customer: “Yours? You’re perfectly healthy! You shouldn’t lie to people! LIARS GO TO HELL! I can tell just by LOOKING at you that you’re perfectly fine! You’re just lazy.”

(I’m livid, but I try to keep my composure.)

Me: “Actually, it is my handicapped sticker. As I was trying to tell you before you rudely interrupted me and started throwing around assumptions, I have Lupus, Rheumatoid Arthritis, Fibromyalgia, Sjogren’s Syndrome, and Degenerative Disk Disease. Furthermore, not all physical disabilities can be readily seen. This is the first time in a month that I’ve been well enough to get out of the house on my own since having my spinal fusion surgery last month. Next time, you should think before you speak, instead of just making random asinine assumptions about people you don’t know.”

(The customer looks like a deer in the headlights. She turns bright red, and continues to mumble as she walks away. I get my shopping done, and see her as I’m checking out. Surprisingly, she apologizes profusely, and offers to help me load my groceries into my car.)

Pay Attention

| AZ, USA | At The Checkout, Bizarre, Health & Body

(One of our registers has been closed all day, with plenty of signs to say so. A customer runs up to me with a heavy accent.)

Customer: “Pay! I need to pay!”

Me: “I’m sorry, ma’am, but this register is currently closed. The nearest open registers are—”

Customer: *holds out a sweater to me* “Pay?”

Me: “I’m sorry, but this register is closed. The nearest open register is just down that way.”

Customer: “No, no, I need to PAY!”

Me: “Ma’am, this register is closed. Closed.” *I speak slowly* “I cannot work the register for you. They are locked. Only a manager can—”

(The customer starts writhing around in a strange manner, with her sweater held over her stomach and her legs bowed together.)

Customer: “Oh, I need to pay! So bad!”

(One of my coworkers has a brainwave and comes up to the customer.)

Coworker: “Excuse me, do you need a restroom? A bathroom?”

Customer: *looks at my coworker cheerfully* “I can pay?”

Coworker: “You need to… pee? A bathroom?”

Customer: “Pay!”

(The customer begins energetically following my coworker.)

Coworker: “The bathrooms are just down this way; if you follow this aisle, turn left up here and—”

Customer: “No! I need to PAY!”

(The customer runs off, completely ignoring my coworker’s directions. We still aren’t entirely sure what she was asking for!)

Weighted Opinions

| Vancouver, BC, Canada | At The Checkout, Bigotry, Technology

(I am an early 20s, able-bodied male, with a fair bit of muscle, and I also happen to be the only employee in the store who fits such a description.)

Me: “Hi, how are you today?”

Customer: “Good, thank you. Can I get a 55-inch [brand] TV, please?”

Me: “Why, certainly.”

(I make a phone call to the back stockroom to request the customer’s TV. While I am processing the sale, the person bringing the rather large & heavy item is one of my young female coworkers.)

Coworker: “Here’s your TV, ma’am! If you’re done shopping today, I will be glad to take this to your car!”

Customer: *to me* “Shame on you, young man. Shame on you!”

Me: “I’m sorry, ma’am, but I don’t quite follow.”

Customer: “How dare you make such a fragile young girl bring out something so big! She could’ve seriously injured herself! You should be ashamed!”

Me: “Believe me, ma’am: I would prefer to have done this job myself, but I have no control over my position. They put me on cash because I happened to be a little better at it, and my coworker here does this all the time.”

Customer: “This is not right! This is not right at all! A tall, bulky man like you should do the heavy lifting! Not this poor skin and bones over here!”

Coworker: “Ma’am, I’m seriously okay with this. When women fought for equal rights long ago, they knew that this was going to happen. And I’m glad it did.”

Customer: “But girls sh—”

Coworker: “Girl power! That’s what it is!”

Customer: “Alright fine, just load the d*** TV into the truck already.”

(My coworker helps the customer with her TV. A few weeks later, the same customer is at my till once again, this time, to buy a couch.)

Customer: “Alright, I know that a couple of weeks ago, that nice, young girl proved more than capable of doing this. But I still feel really bad for her, so can you get somebody else to help me?”

Me: “Not a problem, ma’am, she isn’t even in today.”

(This time, I call my manager to bring out the couch.)

Manager: “Okay, ma’am, where are you parked?”

(The customer takes a good look at my manager. Although my manager is a man, he very much looks like he is approaching his 70s.)

Customer: “This whole store is backwards!” *stomps out*

Manager: “What the h*** was her problem?”

Me: “Equal opportunity employment, apparently.”