I very rarely lose my temper and sink a level or two when dealing with angry customers. This one just...it got me.
A woman in a wheel chair and her husband (who is on oxygen) come into the store. I recognize them from a previous visit, so I say hello and let them go about their business.
They go over to a purse she had been looking at before and proceed to have a quiet little spat. No one else is in the store, so I go about repricing and try not to listen.
She wheels over with the purse on her lap and asks me what I think of it. I tell her that it's a little big (huge honkin purse) but that if she carries a lot of things with her, it's a better bag for that. She asks for a mirror, so I direct her to the mirror on the door. (Bear in mind that the entire length of my store is about 50 feet, so the mirror isn't far).
While she's debating the purse with her husband, she asks me for Father's Day cards. First, I moved a few things around to make it easier for her to wheel to them. It dawns on me that the card display of Father's Day cards is rather high, so I take it off the wall and place it on the counter near my computer. While I'm doing this, she grabs a 3 Musketeers bar and tears into it.
I can't remember the word for word, so y'all get generalities.
Her: This tastes funny.
Me: I'm sorry
Her: I want my money back.
Me: I'm sorry, but I don't remember ringing that up for you. I don't think I can give you money back.
Her: This is ridiculous. This doesn't taste right. I don't like it. What are you going to do for me?
Me: I'm not sure what you want me to do for you. You haven't paid for that. I'm not going to refund it.
Her: I would never treat one of my customers this way. You need to do something for me.
Me: <grabbing the trash can> I can let you throw it away and not charge you for it, but you should know that I'm not going to give you money for something you haven't paid for, and I don't allow open food in this store.
Her: <tosses the candy> Fine. I want your name and your boss' name. I've been in customer service for 22 years and I never would have treated one of my customers like this. I'm going to write your boss a letter and request that you're fired.
Me: <I admit that here I'm starting to feel like I'm being filmed or something, so I grab the phone and hit the panic button> I'll call her right now. My name is <Fenig> spelled F.E.N.I.G.
I dial, and it rings and rings and rings and no one answers. Damnit. I have to deal with her. While I'm on the phone, she calls me a bitch.
Me: Please don't swear at me. I haven't done anything to deserve that.
Her: You've treated me horribly! I've never been treated like this before!
Me: What? You asked my opinion on a purse, I gave it to you. You asked for cards, I went and got them down for you. You then stole from me and demanded that I give you money for your theft. There isn't anything else I can do for you.
Her: <giving me the finger> F* You! F* Off! I'm not buying anything here!
Me: That's fine. You're not welcome here.
Her: <dropping F-bombs like they're going out of style.>
Me: <Angry now> Get the f* out of the store. You're not welcome here. You've been rude and abrasive and you're just not welcome here anymore.
She and her husband leave. Once they're out of sight, Security shows up.
I have my boss' husband on the phone at that point, I was crying, I was shaking, I was apologizing for losing my temper. Once I'm done with him, I tell security the whole ordeal. Right as I'm getting to the flipping me off and swearing like a drunken sailor, she comes back. Alone this time.
She apologized. She told me that she's in constant extreme pain, that her shoulders have no cartiledge left, she's been paralyzed since she was in her late 20s, she's 51 now, and a Christian.
I accepted her apology, didn't demand she pay for the candy, but requested a Security guard be with her if she expected to come back into the store.
Looking at it now, it still feels incredibly surreal. Like it didn't really happen. I feel like an ass for losing my temper with her, but at the same time I just don't know where all of that came from.
A woman in a wheel chair and her husband (who is on oxygen) come into the store. I recognize them from a previous visit, so I say hello and let them go about their business.
They go over to a purse she had been looking at before and proceed to have a quiet little spat. No one else is in the store, so I go about repricing and try not to listen.
She wheels over with the purse on her lap and asks me what I think of it. I tell her that it's a little big (huge honkin purse) but that if she carries a lot of things with her, it's a better bag for that. She asks for a mirror, so I direct her to the mirror on the door. (Bear in mind that the entire length of my store is about 50 feet, so the mirror isn't far).
While she's debating the purse with her husband, she asks me for Father's Day cards. First, I moved a few things around to make it easier for her to wheel to them. It dawns on me that the card display of Father's Day cards is rather high, so I take it off the wall and place it on the counter near my computer. While I'm doing this, she grabs a 3 Musketeers bar and tears into it.
I can't remember the word for word, so y'all get generalities.
Her: This tastes funny.
Me: I'm sorry
Her: I want my money back.
Me: I'm sorry, but I don't remember ringing that up for you. I don't think I can give you money back.
Her: This is ridiculous. This doesn't taste right. I don't like it. What are you going to do for me?
Me: I'm not sure what you want me to do for you. You haven't paid for that. I'm not going to refund it.
Her: I would never treat one of my customers this way. You need to do something for me.
Me: <grabbing the trash can> I can let you throw it away and not charge you for it, but you should know that I'm not going to give you money for something you haven't paid for, and I don't allow open food in this store.
Her: <tosses the candy> Fine. I want your name and your boss' name. I've been in customer service for 22 years and I never would have treated one of my customers like this. I'm going to write your boss a letter and request that you're fired.
Me: <I admit that here I'm starting to feel like I'm being filmed or something, so I grab the phone and hit the panic button> I'll call her right now. My name is <Fenig> spelled F.E.N.I.G.
I dial, and it rings and rings and rings and no one answers. Damnit. I have to deal with her. While I'm on the phone, she calls me a bitch.
Me: Please don't swear at me. I haven't done anything to deserve that.
Her: You've treated me horribly! I've never been treated like this before!
Me: What? You asked my opinion on a purse, I gave it to you. You asked for cards, I went and got them down for you. You then stole from me and demanded that I give you money for your theft. There isn't anything else I can do for you.
Her: <giving me the finger> F* You! F* Off! I'm not buying anything here!
Me: That's fine. You're not welcome here.
Her: <dropping F-bombs like they're going out of style.>
Me: <Angry now> Get the f* out of the store. You're not welcome here. You've been rude and abrasive and you're just not welcome here anymore.
She and her husband leave. Once they're out of sight, Security shows up.

I have my boss' husband on the phone at that point, I was crying, I was shaking, I was apologizing for losing my temper. Once I'm done with him, I tell security the whole ordeal. Right as I'm getting to the flipping me off and swearing like a drunken sailor, she comes back. Alone this time.
She apologized. She told me that she's in constant extreme pain, that her shoulders have no cartiledge left, she's been paralyzed since she was in her late 20s, she's 51 now, and a Christian.
I accepted her apology, didn't demand she pay for the candy, but requested a Security guard be with her if she expected to come back into the store.
Looking at it now, it still feels incredibly surreal. Like it didn't really happen. I feel like an ass for losing my temper with her, but at the same time I just don't know where all of that came from.
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