Put your hands up now if you have ruined Christmas for an SC, and tell how you did this.
I ruined Christmas for this guy back when I worked in the pet section of the garden centre. I'd just closed my section and was on the door with a collegue to make sure that no more customers could come in the shop; it was five minutes past closing time and the staff at the front had a long queue to deal with already. The remaining staff were scouring the store to make sure that no customers remained, turning off the lights to herd them towards the front.
This guy came to the door and tried to walk past myself and my collegue. We stopped him. He basically thought up every single argument under the sun to make us let him in...
"I only want one thing!"
"It's not that long after closing time."
"I won't be five minutes!"
But no, we wouldn't let him in due to the fact that we wanted to go home and it was Christmas Eve, dammit. Eventually he walked off in a temper after shouting, "I hope you're happy; you RUINED MY CHRISTMAS!!"
Here's a blinkie I made to commemorate the occasion:

I ruined Christmas for this guy back when I worked in the pet section of the garden centre. I'd just closed my section and was on the door with a collegue to make sure that no more customers could come in the shop; it was five minutes past closing time and the staff at the front had a long queue to deal with already. The remaining staff were scouring the store to make sure that no customers remained, turning off the lights to herd them towards the front.
This guy came to the door and tried to walk past myself and my collegue. We stopped him. He basically thought up every single argument under the sun to make us let him in...
"I only want one thing!"
"It's not that long after closing time."
"I won't be five minutes!"
But no, we wouldn't let him in due to the fact that we wanted to go home and it was Christmas Eve, dammit. Eventually he walked off in a temper after shouting, "I hope you're happy; you RUINED MY CHRISTMAS!!"
Here's a blinkie I made to commemorate the occasion:

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