Heartfelt Antagonism
(The store I work for sells various types of fried chicken, wings, and tenders. A former customer is notorious for coming in late around closing and complaining that the product is sold out or past expiration and unable to be sold. Our butcher station is located next to the chicken holding station. Our butcher has cut steaks into heart shapes for people to celebrate Valentine’s Day with.)
Customer: “Do you have any tenders left?”
Employee: “No, they all sold out earlier.”
Customer: “This is f****** ridiculous; every time I come in there are none of the ones I want left!”
Employee: “I’m sorry. Unfortunately, they are the most popular and tend to sell out first. If you’d like to call ahead in the future, we will be sure to put some aside and make you a fresh batch.”
(Unsatisfied with this, she huffs out of the store. The following night she comes in and I cringe, seeing how the exchange is going to go. This time she has her boyfriend with her. The woman goes to the butcher station to browse our selection of steaks. She picks one up and is holding it. Her boyfriend quietly comes to the chicken station and sees that the chicken she desires is once again out. He approaches her. I’m watching to see how this unfolds. Shouting in my direction she yells:)
Customer: “This is f****** ridiculous; I’ve had it! I’m never coming in again and it’s your fault!”
(She then rips the car keys out of her boyfriends hands and throws the heart-shaped steak in my direction. Both customers leave in an angry manner.)
Coworker: “At least it was heart-shaped! She left you a token of her love!”
(God bless you, poor man, and good riddance, crazy chicken lady.)