Artfully Setting Himself Up For Failure
(I work in an art supply shop. We sell canvas, paints, and the like. Because we are right next to a really prominent art college, we get lots of customers as we are cheaper than their on-campus shop. We have a lot of regulars and tend to know many by name. One regular, a good-looking man, never says a word to me except to ask the occasional question. He has come in every Sunday for almost a year.)
Me: “Did you find everything you needed? We’ve got a special on charcoal at the moment: two packs for £5.”
Regular: “No, that’s all right. I do have a question, though.”
Me: “Sure, go ahead.”
Regular: “Will you go out with me?”
Me: *awkward* “I’m so sorry. I’ve got a boyfriend.”
Regular: “OH, FOR F***’S SAKE!”
Me: “Excuse me?!”
Regular: “I’ve been coming to this stupid shop for almost a year, buying all this crap, and you can’t even go on a date with me?”
Me: “I’m sorry, but I have a boyfriend. You have to pay for this stuff, and then you have to leave.”
Regular: “I spent so much money on you! I don’t even do ‘art’! I just wanted to be close to you!”
Me: “…”
Regular: “You owe me! I love you!”
(The man proceeded to jump on top of the expensive canvas he was buying, snapping it in half. He also threw the paints he was buying on the floor. One of them burst. His tantrum got louder until my manager finally escorted him out and told me to take my break. The man never came back.)