I was getting some car batteries today out of our warehouse for one of the techs. To get to and from the warehouse I have to cross a paved area in front of the retail entrance. For those of you who haven't picked up a car battery, they weigh anywhere from 40-60 lbs depending on how big they are. These were for a diesel truck, which takes two big ones, which I had perched on my shoulders. Not the most comfortable place for them, but it is the easiest way to carry them into the shop. Cue the EW SC:
SC: Excuse me, I need some help with my car.
Me: <huffpuff heavy parts on my shoulders> One moment ma'am. I'll be right back.
SC: I MEAN I NEED HELP NOW!!
Me:
Ma'am, these are heavy and I can't set them just anywhere. I. will. be. right. back.
SC: I'M LEAVING!!
Me: kthxbye.
20 minutes or so later, the bitch returns. I had already mentioned the exchange to my manager, so he was primed for her, and he had seen the exchange through the window.
SC: You. Your boss. NOW.
Me: Right-o. He's been waiting for you. <bitch
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She went into her fictional account of events about how I was lazy and unhelpful and rude and most likely a communist and turned into a wolf during the full moon yada yada. My boss listened for a minute quietly nodding.
SC: So, what are you going to do about HIM? <points at me>
Boss: Nothing. As I saw through the window, you wanted him to help you while he had over 100 lbs perched on his shoulders, and weren't willing to wait for him to put it down. You didn't even bother to come inside to see if someone else could help you.
SC: I'M LEAVING!!!
I'm kind of curious what was wrong with her car.
SC: Excuse me, I need some help with my car.
Me: <huffpuff heavy parts on my shoulders> One moment ma'am. I'll be right back.
SC: I MEAN I NEED HELP NOW!!
Me:

SC: I'M LEAVING!!
Me: kthxbye.
20 minutes or so later, the bitch returns. I had already mentioned the exchange to my manager, so he was primed for her, and he had seen the exchange through the window.
SC: You. Your boss. NOW.
Me: Right-o. He's been waiting for you. <bitch

She went into her fictional account of events about how I was lazy and unhelpful and rude and most likely a communist and turned into a wolf during the full moon yada yada. My boss listened for a minute quietly nodding.
SC: So, what are you going to do about HIM? <points at me>
Boss: Nothing. As I saw through the window, you wanted him to help you while he had over 100 lbs perched on his shoulders, and weren't willing to wait for him to put it down. You didn't even bother to come inside to see if someone else could help you.
SC: I'M LEAVING!!!
I'm kind of curious what was wrong with her car.

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