I absolutely despise SCs, but the worst of the worst are what make me want to quit and run away. The bullies. The ones who harass the cashier to tears, demand management, and then bully management until they get what they want. 
My poor cashier, T, and I were working, cleaning up the store late last evening. I went towards the back and told T to page the store phone if she needed me. (It's how we communicate, I keep the phone on me and the base of the phone is under her register. Push the page button, phone beeps, I come see what she needs.) Anyways, I'm back there not even twenty minutes when T pages me. When I get back up to the front, there's a customer banging on the conveyor belt, cussing, screaming. Poor T is already in tears, so I know it's bad. I step up to the customer.
Me: What's the issue, sir?
SC: This BLEEP gave me the wrong change!! I want my correct change!! She's lying, saying she's can't open the BLEEPING REGISTER. She just wants to steal MY hard earned money!!
Me: Sir, she is correct. She needs a manager's key to open the register. May I see your receipt so that I can fix the problem? (T is my best cashier, I already know this douche is trying to short change us)
T: He only gave me a twe--
SC: *to T* SHUT UP! *to me* YOU'RE THE MANAGER???
Me: Yes, sir. I am the manager and I'm going to ask that you not speak to my cashier that way. I'd like to resolve your problem for you, but I need your receipt first. Do you still have it?
SC LAUGHS AT ME.
SC: No, really. Get me a bleeping REAL manager and then give me my CORRECT BLEEPING CHANGE. This bleeping store always bleeping ripping me off.
Me: I'm the manager on duty, whether you like it or not, and am capable of fixing this issue.
SC: You can't be a manager!! You bleeping bleepy bleep. How old are you anyway? Bleeping twelve?
Me: If you cuss at me one more time, I'm going to kick you out of this store. I'm not twelve, like you're acting, I'm old enough to do my job. Now. Do you want to resolve your issue or not? Because if not, you can stop harassing my cashier and I and leave.
SC: HOW DARE YOU SPEAK TO ME LIKE THAT. YOU STEAL MY MONEY AMD THIS IS HOW IM TREATED BY TWO BLEEPING BLEEPS. BLEEP YOU. BLEEP YOU!! BLEEP THIS WHOLE STORE. GIVE ME MY BLEEPING MONEY!!
Me: Get the hell out my store before I call the police. How dare I? How dare you! I'm sick of your attitude. I tried several times to help you and you treated my cashier and I like garbage. You should be ashamed of yourself for acting that way over such a simple issue that can be easily fixed! Now. Get the hell out of my store.
He screams and cusses some more, knocks some displays over, and finally leaves. But really? Really? People like him make me want to quit. Seriously. T said he gave her a twenty for his fourteen dollar purchase, she gave him correct change. Then he went irriate because he kept insisting he gave her a hundred. I knew she was right, but, per policy, opened her drawer (No hundreds in the drawer, hmm) and took it to count it. As usual, T was even, on paper and through the computer. I told our store manager everything and based on the security cameras, guess who's not allowed back in the store?

My poor cashier, T, and I were working, cleaning up the store late last evening. I went towards the back and told T to page the store phone if she needed me. (It's how we communicate, I keep the phone on me and the base of the phone is under her register. Push the page button, phone beeps, I come see what she needs.) Anyways, I'm back there not even twenty minutes when T pages me. When I get back up to the front, there's a customer banging on the conveyor belt, cussing, screaming. Poor T is already in tears, so I know it's bad. I step up to the customer.
Me: What's the issue, sir?
SC: This BLEEP gave me the wrong change!! I want my correct change!! She's lying, saying she's can't open the BLEEPING REGISTER. She just wants to steal MY hard earned money!!
Me: Sir, she is correct. She needs a manager's key to open the register. May I see your receipt so that I can fix the problem? (T is my best cashier, I already know this douche is trying to short change us)
T: He only gave me a twe--
SC: *to T* SHUT UP! *to me* YOU'RE THE MANAGER???
Me: Yes, sir. I am the manager and I'm going to ask that you not speak to my cashier that way. I'd like to resolve your problem for you, but I need your receipt first. Do you still have it?
SC LAUGHS AT ME.
SC: No, really. Get me a bleeping REAL manager and then give me my CORRECT BLEEPING CHANGE. This bleeping store always bleeping ripping me off.

Me: I'm the manager on duty, whether you like it or not, and am capable of fixing this issue.
SC: You can't be a manager!! You bleeping bleepy bleep. How old are you anyway? Bleeping twelve?
Me: If you cuss at me one more time, I'm going to kick you out of this store. I'm not twelve, like you're acting, I'm old enough to do my job. Now. Do you want to resolve your issue or not? Because if not, you can stop harassing my cashier and I and leave.
SC: HOW DARE YOU SPEAK TO ME LIKE THAT. YOU STEAL MY MONEY AMD THIS IS HOW IM TREATED BY TWO BLEEPING BLEEPS. BLEEP YOU. BLEEP YOU!! BLEEP THIS WHOLE STORE. GIVE ME MY BLEEPING MONEY!!
Me: Get the hell out my store before I call the police. How dare I? How dare you! I'm sick of your attitude. I tried several times to help you and you treated my cashier and I like garbage. You should be ashamed of yourself for acting that way over such a simple issue that can be easily fixed! Now. Get the hell out of my store.
He screams and cusses some more, knocks some displays over, and finally leaves. But really? Really? People like him make me want to quit. Seriously. T said he gave her a twenty for his fourteen dollar purchase, she gave him correct change. Then he went irriate because he kept insisting he gave her a hundred. I knew she was right, but, per policy, opened her drawer (No hundreds in the drawer, hmm) and took it to count it. As usual, T was even, on paper and through the computer. I told our store manager everything and based on the security cameras, guess who's not allowed back in the store?

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