Will Kick Them Out With All Of Their Smite

I am working by myself, and there are three customers in the deli: the one I am helping, and two elderly women in wheelchairs who are at the sandwich bar. As I am finishing up one customer, another one approaches the holding case for the fried chicken.

I’m making my way to help the two women in wheelchairs, and I offer a hello to the new customer.

Me: “Hello, I will be able to help you in a moment.”

Customer: “Why can’t you help me now?!”

Me: “The ladies at the sandwich bar were here first, but once I am done, I will help you.”

Customer: “I just want fried chicken!”

Me: “These women have been waiting, and I will help you after I help them.”

I proceed to do so. The customer starts ranting, loudly, then saying what I can only assume are Bible-like verses about how the Lord will smite anybody (meaning me) that wrongs her.

I let her go on. I go and help the two ladies, apologizing for the wait and ignoring the ranting customer the entire time. By then, both because of her shouting and a store being a store, we have a line/several more customers. She’s still going on about God smiting me, so before I help anyone else, I finally look at her and ask:

Me: “Would you like me to call the manager or security?”

When you’re cursing up a storm and saying stuff that very well can be taken as threats, albeit weird ones, I am not going to feel safe or comfortable.

Customer: “You fat b****! You’re just mad because your fat a** can’t eat all of the food here!”

All the while, I’m on the phone paging my store manager, the department manager, and security to come there right away. She gets escorted out of the store.

She does come back to give some condescending-a** apology:

Customer: “I’m sure you’d be pretty if you lost some weight.”