Warning: Swearing. Lots of it. Normally is when you're dealing with uneducated, insipid people.
Ok, so I work as a cashier at a grocery store. This is probably one of my worst stories. It was a Sunday and so busy that the managers were helping us bag and weren't paying attention. I had two women in my line, and I finished ringing up the first woman's purchases and ask for payment. She paid with a check which I ran through, and the computer asked me for ID so I relay that to her. Her response:
Bitchy Lady: "Why do you need that?!"
Me: "The system updates itself regularly, so if it flags you occasionally it doesn't mean anything. It's just being thorough for your own protection."
Bitchy Lady: "Ok, *you* are making me work!! Do you understand this?! I'm going to have to go through my purse and find all this for you just because your system is a piece of shit. I thought you guys were all about customer service!! Obviously not if you're making me do this!!"
Me: ...(I really don't say anything. What are you supposed to say to someone bitching about the effort of pulling their driver's license out of their wallet?)
Lady behind the Bitchy Lady: "Why don't you just *shut up*?!! She's just trying to do her job!"
I have to take a time out and explain that the woman defending me looked sick. As in deathly, I'm about to collapse on your floor sick. She was bald, wearing a scarf, and you could see the radiation treatments on her head. It was completely obvious that she had brain cancer.
Bitchy Lady: "Why the hell are you talking to me, bitch? This is none of your business, so stay the hell out of it."
Cancer Patient: "I would if you wouldn't treat people like absolute shit who haven't done anything to you."
Bitchy Lady: "Whatever, scarf-head." (I am *not* making that "insult" up, it was like she regressed to kindergarden) "Why don't you fuck off, you ugly bitch? I could kick your ass, so just step off."
Yes, the bitch threatened to beat up a [I]cancer patient. Who looked like she couldn't even carry her own groceries. At this point, I'm just frantically trying to get her out of the line, exchanging worried looks with my bagger. Finally, I finish, and tell her to have a good day and basically do everything but physically shove her away from my line. She proceeds 10 feet over to our Starbucks where she starts to talk about the cancer patient and how ugly she is in an extremely loud voice. The cancer patient gets pissed and follows her over there, and they start arguing again. I follow, looking at the ceiling asking what I did to deserve this, and I come up right when the Bitchy Lady says...
Bitchy Lady: "Y'know, I feel sorry for your family. It's a good thing they won't have to put up with you much longer."
No. She. Didn't.
At this point, I don't even care anymore. I am so past "I'll get fired if I say anything" that it isn't even crossing my mind anymore. I step in between them and get in the woman's face, and say...
Me: "Get the FUCK out of our store."
Bitchy Lady: "Excuse me? You can't talk to me like that."
Me: "I just did. And I REALLY enjoyed it. So get the hell out of here before I THROW you out on your gigantic ass."
Bitchy Lady: *gets in my face as well* "You can't talk to me like that. You just kissed your job goodbye. I'm the customer, and you want my money. It's your job to give me what I want-your bosses wouldn't want me taking my money elsewhere."
Me: "We don't want your money. It costs too much, you fucking vapid cunt. Now get out of here, RIGHT NOW."
Bitchy Lady: "That's it. You're fired."
She starts walking towards the customer service desk, but the cancer patient gets in her way.
Cancer Patient: "I'm going to tell them exactly what happened, and that she was only defending me. She won't lose her job, and you'll be banned from here. Now fuck off, you bitch."
Bitchy Lady huffs, and tells the woman that they'll settle this in the parking lot later. Yes, she went that far. She proceeds to leave the store, and I walk the cancer patient back to her groceries in my line. I'm walking in front of her, so until I turn around when I'm back to scanning I don't notice that there's tears pouring down her face. She's crying, telling me that "she can't help the way she looks" and that she's been doing so much better with the treatments and if she finishes, she might go into remission. She starts saying that she "had no idea that she looked that bad" and she thought she was okay to go out in public now. At this point, I just want to punch the bitchy woman in the vagina.
Me: "...do you want a hug?"
The woman laughs through her tears and says yes. I give her a hug, and tell her...
Me: "You're not ugly at all. She's the one who looks like she got in a fight with a brick wall and lost. I mean, did you see her face? She was a fat pig..."
The woman laughs again, and tries to stop crying. I ring up the rest of her groceries, and we go over to my managers who are no longer busy and somehow managed to miss this entire event (...?) and tell them what happened. It was a good thing we did, because she ended up calling 5 minutes later and complaining that I "handled her vegetables roughly." They disregarded it and didn't write me up. It's the only time in my life I've ever completely gone off on a customer, and I actually managed to get away with it. I ended up having to find a male bagger to escort her out to her car just in case the bitchy lady followed through on her threat to meet her outside.
Sometimes, I am completely shocked and amazed how horrible people can be. Then, I remember this story, and I'm not suprised anymore.
Ok, so I work as a cashier at a grocery store. This is probably one of my worst stories. It was a Sunday and so busy that the managers were helping us bag and weren't paying attention. I had two women in my line, and I finished ringing up the first woman's purchases and ask for payment. She paid with a check which I ran through, and the computer asked me for ID so I relay that to her. Her response:
Bitchy Lady: "Why do you need that?!"
Me: "The system updates itself regularly, so if it flags you occasionally it doesn't mean anything. It's just being thorough for your own protection."
Bitchy Lady: "Ok, *you* are making me work!! Do you understand this?! I'm going to have to go through my purse and find all this for you just because your system is a piece of shit. I thought you guys were all about customer service!! Obviously not if you're making me do this!!"
Me: ...(I really don't say anything. What are you supposed to say to someone bitching about the effort of pulling their driver's license out of their wallet?)
Lady behind the Bitchy Lady: "Why don't you just *shut up*?!! She's just trying to do her job!"
I have to take a time out and explain that the woman defending me looked sick. As in deathly, I'm about to collapse on your floor sick. She was bald, wearing a scarf, and you could see the radiation treatments on her head. It was completely obvious that she had brain cancer.
Bitchy Lady: "Why the hell are you talking to me, bitch? This is none of your business, so stay the hell out of it."
Cancer Patient: "I would if you wouldn't treat people like absolute shit who haven't done anything to you."
Bitchy Lady: "Whatever, scarf-head." (I am *not* making that "insult" up, it was like she regressed to kindergarden) "Why don't you fuck off, you ugly bitch? I could kick your ass, so just step off."
Yes, the bitch threatened to beat up a [I]cancer patient. Who looked like she couldn't even carry her own groceries. At this point, I'm just frantically trying to get her out of the line, exchanging worried looks with my bagger. Finally, I finish, and tell her to have a good day and basically do everything but physically shove her away from my line. She proceeds 10 feet over to our Starbucks where she starts to talk about the cancer patient and how ugly she is in an extremely loud voice. The cancer patient gets pissed and follows her over there, and they start arguing again. I follow, looking at the ceiling asking what I did to deserve this, and I come up right when the Bitchy Lady says...
Bitchy Lady: "Y'know, I feel sorry for your family. It's a good thing they won't have to put up with you much longer."
No. She. Didn't.
At this point, I don't even care anymore. I am so past "I'll get fired if I say anything" that it isn't even crossing my mind anymore. I step in between them and get in the woman's face, and say...
Me: "Get the FUCK out of our store."
Bitchy Lady: "Excuse me? You can't talk to me like that."
Me: "I just did. And I REALLY enjoyed it. So get the hell out of here before I THROW you out on your gigantic ass."
Bitchy Lady: *gets in my face as well* "You can't talk to me like that. You just kissed your job goodbye. I'm the customer, and you want my money. It's your job to give me what I want-your bosses wouldn't want me taking my money elsewhere."
Me: "We don't want your money. It costs too much, you fucking vapid cunt. Now get out of here, RIGHT NOW."
Bitchy Lady: "That's it. You're fired."
She starts walking towards the customer service desk, but the cancer patient gets in her way.
Cancer Patient: "I'm going to tell them exactly what happened, and that she was only defending me. She won't lose her job, and you'll be banned from here. Now fuck off, you bitch."
Bitchy Lady huffs, and tells the woman that they'll settle this in the parking lot later. Yes, she went that far. She proceeds to leave the store, and I walk the cancer patient back to her groceries in my line. I'm walking in front of her, so until I turn around when I'm back to scanning I don't notice that there's tears pouring down her face. She's crying, telling me that "she can't help the way she looks" and that she's been doing so much better with the treatments and if she finishes, she might go into remission. She starts saying that she "had no idea that she looked that bad" and she thought she was okay to go out in public now. At this point, I just want to punch the bitchy woman in the vagina.
Me: "...do you want a hug?"
The woman laughs through her tears and says yes. I give her a hug, and tell her...
Me: "You're not ugly at all. She's the one who looks like she got in a fight with a brick wall and lost. I mean, did you see her face? She was a fat pig..."
The woman laughs again, and tries to stop crying. I ring up the rest of her groceries, and we go over to my managers who are no longer busy and somehow managed to miss this entire event (...?) and tell them what happened. It was a good thing we did, because she ended up calling 5 minutes later and complaining that I "handled her vegetables roughly." They disregarded it and didn't write me up. It's the only time in my life I've ever completely gone off on a customer, and I actually managed to get away with it. I ended up having to find a male bagger to escort her out to her car just in case the bitchy lady followed through on her threat to meet her outside.
Sometimes, I am completely shocked and amazed how horrible people can be. Then, I remember this story, and I'm not suprised anymore.
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