That’s The Way The Cookie Crumbles, Lady!

I was working in a supermarket, and a customer wanted to get a refund for a forcefully opened and half-finished box of cookies.

The box was broken, the woman didn’t have any receipt, AND she just kept saying, “But I don’t like them!” so I told her:

Me: “I’m sorry, but there’s nothing I can do for you.”

She started getting angrier and angrier, and in the end, she began throwing the rest of the cookies at me, one by one, screaming and cursing. Finally, the metal box followed, as well.

I got more than lucky that she was possibly the worst shot in all of history, and therefore, I got hit by two cookies, not more, and gladly not by the box.

The customer then started ranting.

Customer: “You’re horrible! Now I won’t be able to get my money back, all because of you!”

She was fuming and demanded my manager so she could get me fired. I knew where this would go — my manager would give in and give her the money to avoid more conflict — so I counteroffered.

Me: “I can call the police for you, instead.”

After she had attacked me, calling me all kinds of names in the process, I thought that would be the best way to handle the situation.

She agreed, and the best part was that she was sure she was in the right, so she didn’t even try to run away. She waited like the good girl she had probably never been, and when the police arrived, she showed me the biggest and most evil grin I had ever seen.

Of course, that vanished instantly after I told the policemen what had happened and provided them with the camera footage.

The woman was taken away, and I went to my break — but not without showing her MY best evil grin as she was escorted out.

And all of that was for about three Euros — if that.