I was having a hard day at work. My best friend’s mom was in the hospital, dying. A customer asked me why I was upset, and when I explained, they responded:

Customer: “You need to grow up.”

I had a customer that my coworker was friends with, and I used to see the customer outside work. She’d say hi and ask how I was doing or whatever.

One night, at like 7:00 pm, I got a call on my cell phone from an unknown number.

Me: “Hello?”

Customer: “Hi! This is [Customer]! I’d like to order some items…”

My coworker GAVE THIS CUSTOMER MY PERSONAL CELL PHONE NUMBER! She was trying to order stuff while I was AT HOME.

I blocked her number. The coworker who gave her my number had already quit so nothing could really be done work-wise.

The customer very much avoids me in public since I blocked her.

I was waiting for my colleague to show up and I was waiting on a bench near the store. One of the regulars was walking her dog and approached me. She thought it was a good idea to talk about weight and gave me several tips on how to lose some.

Customer: “You’d be much happier if you lost some weight!”

What did make me happier was my colleague showing up, ending the conversation.

I had a customer’s order get messed around by our warehouse, so I bent over backward to sort the issue. Then, they cancelled the order after a week of my running around to please them.

Six weeks later, I recognised the customer while I was in labor. She proceeded to ask me what had happened and what had gone wrong. 

Not quite what I wanted to hear from the doctor after twenty-four hours of labor when I was about to be brought in for an emergency C-section.

I’m outside in my store’s garden center. I am the only cashier out there — and sometimes the only employee out there at all. I have a small line, but it’s nothing too serious until the woman I’m serving speaks up.

Woman: “You need to call security. The woman behind me has been stealing.”

Startled, I look to the woman behind her, who thrusts her cart forward abruptly, nearly hitting the woman who called her a thief.

Woman: “Can I have six feet distance, please?! That is not six feet!”

Of course, I want to report her if she’s been stealing, but because I haven’t caught her at it, I can’t. The two women begin arguing as I continue to ring the woman out, and I try to figure out if it would actually make things worse to call a manager. I’m worried things may get physical.

Finally, I finish ringing the woman out, but instead of leaving, she merely moves forward enough for the “thief” to push her cart up to the register. Now I’m VERY worried, as I consider a physical confrontation almost inevitable, but I’m still scared of “involving” myself by acting to stop them.

They continue to snap at each other for a few minutes, and then both give each other a haughty glare before falling silent. I continue ringing out the second woman quietly, nearly having an anxiety attack, when the first woman turns around again and holds her purse out to her adversary.

Woman: “Did you want to use my card, mom?”

I almost broke down right then. I’d been terrified that I’d have to intervene in a fight, assuming I didn’t start it myself by calling a manager on them, and it had been a joke the whole time! Once I’d calmed down — long after they had gone — I was furious.