This customer is the reason I absolutely hate being the youngest manager in the store. Btw, I'm in my earlier twenties, but look a few years older.
T: My awesome cashier
Me:
Sc:
T pages me to the front. I get up there just in time for this....
Sc: I AM THE FUCKING CUSTOMER! I AM ALWAYS RIGHT! WHERE IS YOUR FUCKING MANAGER??
Me: Right here, sir. What seems to be the problem?
Sc: YOU?? YOU'RE THE MANAGER??
Me:...... Yes, sir. How may I help you?
Sc: YOU AREN'T THE MANAGER! LOOK AT YOU! WHAT ARE YOU, FUCKING TWELVE???
*Storms out of the store*
Me: uhhh.....
T: He was mad because we were out of glitter glue. He told me that we had some in the back room and when I told him we didn't, he got pissed and started yelling.
Me: Wha- -, we have glitter glue on the shelf.....
T: I know....
T: My awesome cashier
Me:

Sc:

T pages me to the front. I get up there just in time for this....
Sc: I AM THE FUCKING CUSTOMER! I AM ALWAYS RIGHT! WHERE IS YOUR FUCKING MANAGER??
Me: Right here, sir. What seems to be the problem?
Sc: YOU?? YOU'RE THE MANAGER??
Me:...... Yes, sir. How may I help you?
Sc: YOU AREN'T THE MANAGER! LOOK AT YOU! WHAT ARE YOU, FUCKING TWELVE???
*Storms out of the store*
Me: uhhh.....
T: He was mad because we were out of glitter glue. He told me that we had some in the back room and when I told him we didn't, he got pissed and started yelling.
Me: Wha- -, we have glitter glue on the shelf.....
T: I know....
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