(Whilst browsing in a library the following altercation occurred, this is about 25 minutes before library closure and fifteen before the wifi and public computers shut down)

Rude Girl: The printer won’t let me print this out and I need to have it done! Yesterday it let me print with no problems, why the hell won’t it work? What are you going to do about it?

(The librarian then explains to her that she needs her library card number to use the printer)

Rude Girl: Yeah well I left it at home, I shouldn’t need it to print anything!

(The poor Librarian is then trying to explain that she does actually need her card number, at which the rude girl starts carrying on and not letting the librarian finish any sentences.)

Rude girl: Well this isn’t my fault what are you going to do about it?

Librarian: I could try to —

Rude girl: WHY aren’t you helping me? You explained far too complicatedly!

Librarian: It isn’t complex, let’s just try this —

(Rude girl starts going on a rant about how useless the librarian is at her job. A couple of minutes later the 15 minute warning is announced, giving people still on computers enough time to save any work and log out.)

Me: I hope security is on its way

Other Librarian: Yep, should be here soon, though they’d be on their way now regardless of her

(As if on cue Rude girl walks out glaring at Other Librarian and myself)

The theatre I work at has a level that has a bar that you need to be 21+ to be able to go up to to see a movie. I’ve had a lot of jerky people come up but this girl takes the cake.

So I was downstairs ripping tickets and checking id’s when this girl walks up to me with her parents so I asked her for her id and saw she just turned 21.

Me: “ma”am what’s your birthday ?”

Girl: *rudely* ” January ** 1995″

Me: *forced smile* “thank you” *goes to hand her id back*

Girl: *snatches id and storm up the stairs*

Me: *thinking to myself* ‘I really wish I could refuse people. That girl was way out of line she just turned 21 and already has issues with being carded

(When I was little my brother decided to prank call a car cleaning company that, at that point, had billboards around town. He had it on conference call and I was listening)

Brother: Hello? I need a car made of cheese cleaned for tomorrow. Can you do that?

Call Center Representative: Uh…Cheese??

*Click*

(After that they wouldn’t take any more of our calls, though we called numerous times)

Guest: My keys aren’t working. Again.
Me: Oh. Well, lemme get those renewed for you. What was the room number?
Guest: 415
(looks up guest reservation)
Me: Oh I see what happened. It says here that you had back to back reservations and you were checked out and in, and that’s why —
Guest: No I wasn’t.
Me: Well maam, what I mean is that even though you’re in the same room, we had to check the reservation in and out and that deactivated your–
Guest: No it wasn’t. I had ANOTHER room that was checked in and out today, and MINE was already checked in and out on Friday. I can show you the records to prove it.

(Note that on MY system, it CLEARLY states that WE AT THE FRONT DESK CHECKED HER OUT AND IN THIS VERY DAY. We did not even check her out of her reservation on Friday, it was on Wednesday. I decide not to argue with her, as she clearly has no idea what she is talking about. She continues to smugly tell me that her reservation was in fact not checked out and that her keys just magically deactivated as though this was somehow our fault even though I tried to explain to her that we in fact checked her out and back in again THAT DAY).

My restaurant always has fish dinners, but on Friday evenings, we also have an all-you-can-eat fish fry for the same price as the three-piece dinner. While I normally ask customers if an order is dine-in or to go, the fish fry is only available for dine-in, so I don’t ask.

Customer: “My husband would like the senior fish fry.”
Me: “That’s [price], please.” We finish the transaction.
Customer: “How many pieces does the fish fry come with?”
Me: “You start with two and then you get refills.”
Customer: “But I’m taking it home.”
Me: “I’m sorry, I thought you were ordering the all-you-can-eat. The dinner comes with three pieces. I’ll just let the kitchen know it’s to go.” I turn to the kitchen window. “[Cook], it’s a three-piece to go, not the all-you-can-eat.”
Customer: “But my husband will want refills. Make it for here and I’ll go get him.”
Me, to kitchen: “Never mind, it’s for here.”
Customer: “Actually, cancel that.”
Me: “You want it to go after all?”
Customer: “No, cancel the order. I have to drive home and get my husband so we can eat here.”
I get my supervisor so she can refund the order, and I tell the kitchen to stop making the dinner. I turn back to the register just in time to hear the customer change her mind again.
Customer: “You know, that’s too much trouble to go to. I’ll just take it to go.”
My supervisor assures her that it’s no trouble, but it seems the customer has made her decision, so I tell the kitchen that she decided to get it to go and they fish her ticket out of the trash. The order was quickly finished and the lady left with her food.