I work at a very nice, well-known hotel. We have family staying with us. The wife calls down one morning.

Guest: “What am I supposed to do with my trash?”

Me: “Don’t worry about it. We will come up and take out the trash for you as well as clean the room.”

Not even ten minutes later, she comes down holding all of her trash and starts yelling at me.

Guest: “Where the h*** am I supposed to put all this trash?! This is absolutely ridiculous! Why are you even here if you can’t do one simple thing?”

She throws all the trash in my face. Luckily, my manager comes out right at that moment.

Manager: “Trash is not her job. You’re supposed to leave the trash in your room so we can send someone up to take it for you.”

She tutted and stomped away. They were the worst family I have ever had the displeasure of meeting, and they stayed for a week.

Our town has a street carnival every year. During these days, our family-run butcher (run by my dad) is closed, and we only sell bratwurst and fleischwurst (bologna) out of a small tent, which only holds three to four people and some desks.

A customer comes over to my desk and orders a fleischwurst in a bread roll — nothing special. I just do my job and hand it over to her.

A couple of minutes later, after I have already sold two more bread rolls with bratwurst, the customer comes back and complains:

Customer: “There is meat in my fleischwurst!”

“Fleisch” means “meat” in German.

Customer: “I’m a vegetarian! How could you sell me meat?!”

My dad came over to talk to her and calm her down. She kept on yelling, and my dad offered her a cold Coke as a refund. She accepted it…

Until a minute later when an open bottle of Coke was thrown into our tent. I had had enough.

I stormed out of the tent, saw her running around the next tent, and tracked her down. I grabbed her by her arm and dragged her to an officer. I told him that she had tried to scam us and that she had thrown a bottle of Coke to hurt either us or a customer after her scam didn’t go well.

The officer took her to the police station, and I haven’t seen her since then.

I’ve had thousands of customers in my life, but holy s***, I remember that woman like no other.

For the first few weeks of my maternity leave, my husband and I wanted total privacy as this pregnancy was pretty hard on me. Most people respected it, but my husband’s sister did not.

When I’m at home, I like to breastfeed topless, and if I’m not tandem feeding, I wear a frozen nipple cover over the breast not being used. Very rarely when it is near feeding time will I wear a top or bra. My husband is very happy with this arrangement, and my daughters don’t mind it as long as I cover up if they have friends over. (That’s understandable since I don’t want to be topless in front of a bunch of ten- and seven-year-olds.)

Two weeks after I give birth, I have my newborn son on one side of me and my toddler son on the other, tandem feeding. I am topless, feeding, and sitting with my feet up watching a horror movie on the couch.

Then, I hear the front door unlock. My husband gets home around twelve some days, so I assume it is him, completely forgetting that my sister-in-law has a spare key in case of emergencies. I focus on my feeding, and then I hear her scream from the living room door.

I turn my head to look. My sister-in-law is covering her husband’s eyes with one hand and taking off her shawl with another to drape around me. She comments on the “state” of the house. (Remember, I have a two-week-old baby and a toddler in the house on my own.)

Sister-In-Law: “You’re molesting your kids! And you’re exposing my husband to nudity!”

Me: “If you don’t like it, then leave.”

She threw some more insults and left.

To this day, she still wants me to apologise for breastfeeding topless in my own home — which she walked into unannounced.

We hired a new guy and asked him to watch over stuff while most of us went to a funeral for a colleague who had died suddenly.

While we were away, he invited mates in, BROKE into the beer fridge by bending the door, and smashed a bottle of wine on the floor.

The boss came in the next day and spoke to the new guy. Then, the boss came to talk to me.

Boss: “[New Guy] will be leaving us immediately.”

I work in a takeaway chicken store which is conveniently located right next to a pub/bar. One Wednesday night, this guy stumbles in, clearly drunk out of his mind.

Customer: “I want dinner!”

Me: “What it is exactly that you’re after?”

Customer: “Just some f****** chicken, vegetables, and gravy!”

I order him exactly that. He pays and sits down to wait with no problems. When it’s ready, he comes to the counter.

Me: “Would you like cutlery?”

Customer: “Yes.”

I pack his meal into a bag with cutlery, napkins, etc. He is just about to leave the store when he looks into the bag and totally loses it, screaming in a store full of customers.

Customer: “What the f*** is this, a plastic knife and fork?! I can’t eat with this; I need real ones for f***’s sake!”

Me: “Sorry, sir, we only have plastic.”

He took his meal out of the bag and launched it over the counter at me. Luckily, he was drunk, so his aim was terrible and he ended up hitting the wall.

As soon as this happened a guy sitting in the dining room grabbed him and pulled him out of the store, and he stumbled away.