(I run a fresh produce stall every Sunday at a local market. Everything is homegrown by either my dad or my grandpa. I’ve had people try to haggle on prices but as it’s extremely popular and we usually run out by the end of the day, I refuse.
I’m serving a customer when I see a guy in his fifties pick up a bunch of grapes and walk off, eating them. There’s not much I can do. Fifteen minutes later, I’m just finishing serving a customer when the guy comes back and starts picking through the cherries, eating the ones he likes, and spitting the seeds back into the box.)
Me: “Excuse me. Please don’t do that.”
Guy: “What? Don’t tell me what to do.”
(As I can no longer sell the cherries, I grab the box, roughly five kilos.)
Me: “Look, you already took a bunch of grapes and now I can’t sell these. You need to either pay for the grapes and the cherries or leave and not come back.”
(The guy turns red with anger.)
Guy: “Listen here, b****. I can do what I want. Since you’re not going to sell them, just give them to me.”
(The guy goes to grab the box.)
Me: “Leave now. And don’t come back; you’re no longer welcome here.”
(He goes to grab me when my previous customer grabs him by the arm.)
Customer: “Mate, I’d leave her alone if I were you, unless you want me to kick you from one end of the carpark to the other.”
(The guy goes to take a swing at him but realises that he’s at least 6’6” and almost all muscle.)
Guy: “It’s all s***, anyway. All you do is buy stuff at the supermarket and mark up the price.”
Me: “You seem to like it, considering you’ve eaten at least $10 worth. Now leave.”
(The muscular customer is still holding the guy by one arm.)
Customer: “Pay the nice lady for what you’ve eaten and made unsellable, and if I ever see you harassing her or anyone else here again, I’ll be using you for footy practice.”
(The guy reached into his pocket, pulled out $20, and threw it at me. The customer let him go and he ran off. I thanked the customer and offered him a refund and extra fruit but he declined. It turned out that his girlfriend was another stall holder, and from then on we always got stalls next to each other. I’m going to be a bridesmaid at their wedding in a few months!)