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What a tale. 
Yesterday, I was with a buddy of mine in the back room preparing for a sale, when we notice that there's a gruff looking guy in the back room. He must have walked up the loading dock by the side of the building.
(Gruff Guy (G), Coworker (CW), Me)
CW and I get back to the loading dock area to see him already looking around in our boxes of boxes as if he owns the place. When he realizes someone is there, he turns toward us.
G: Boxes?
Me: What about (ever so slight pause) our boxes?
CW: Whoah, sir you can't be back here. It's a restricted area.
G: Why? All I want are some damn boxes. Got any?
CW: We have boxes in aisle ninety eight. Leave this area and walk in through the main entrance to get there.
G: Why? I'm already here. Just gimme some boxes.
Me: There will be plenty of boxes available in front of the departments as the staff are through with them.
G: But I'm already here
CW: And you shouldn't be. Please leave this room from the way you came in and they will be happy to give you some boxes outside.
Me: Yeah, it saves them a trip to the compactor room.
G: What don't you fkucnig understand about this? I'm here already. Don't make me waste my time. Treat your customers with some goddamn respect.
(CW and I In Unison: ) ....Customer? But you aren't going to buy the boxes, are you?
G: That's the idea. (With a look like we're idiots.)
CW: So how can you be a customer if you don't spend any money?
G: JUST GIVE ME THE GODDAMN FKUCNIG BOXES OR I WILL HAVE YOU OUT OF HERE SPLAT! (I love how he said "splat.")
At this point the Gruff Guy becomes mad, lifts a box, (And points to it for some reason, as if it illustrates this point... I actually laughed really, really hard in my head at that.) and he tosses it somewhere off in the distance in the back room.
Me: For...? *headtilt*
G: Abuse of a customer!
CW: By doing...? *Introspective glance*
G: Not making me happy!
CW: So what should we tell corporate exactly?
Me: You wander into a restricted area without even wondering if it's restricted or not because it looks nothing like a part of the actual store should, and you start making demands which the company does not want to grant, and you become hostile toward staff who are in actuality undertaking the correct store procedure, and then you threaten their jobs for tending to the situation as the store would desire it, and then start throwing merchandise around. Which would you like to tackle first?
G: Fkuc you. *points to me and scowls ragefully*
CW: That's disgusting. Maybe after store hours, but right now we're really busy!
Me: Haaave a good one. *Turns to walk away, but is prepared for violence*
Gruff guy storms off.
Later we find out that he did in fact tell a manager what happened, but all the Manager told him was that he has to buy the boxes like everyone else from that aisle with the boxes, and he's not allowed in the back room.
Yesterday, I was with a buddy of mine in the back room preparing for a sale, when we notice that there's a gruff looking guy in the back room. He must have walked up the loading dock by the side of the building.
(Gruff Guy (G), Coworker (CW), Me)
CW and I get back to the loading dock area to see him already looking around in our boxes of boxes as if he owns the place. When he realizes someone is there, he turns toward us.
G: Boxes?
Me: What about (ever so slight pause) our boxes?
CW: Whoah, sir you can't be back here. It's a restricted area.
G: Why? All I want are some damn boxes. Got any?
CW: We have boxes in aisle ninety eight. Leave this area and walk in through the main entrance to get there.
G: Why? I'm already here. Just gimme some boxes.
Me: There will be plenty of boxes available in front of the departments as the staff are through with them.
G: But I'm already here
CW: And you shouldn't be. Please leave this room from the way you came in and they will be happy to give you some boxes outside.
Me: Yeah, it saves them a trip to the compactor room.
G: What don't you fkucnig understand about this? I'm here already. Don't make me waste my time. Treat your customers with some goddamn respect.
(CW and I In Unison: ) ....Customer? But you aren't going to buy the boxes, are you?
G: That's the idea. (With a look like we're idiots.)
CW: So how can you be a customer if you don't spend any money?
G: JUST GIVE ME THE GODDAMN FKUCNIG BOXES OR I WILL HAVE YOU OUT OF HERE SPLAT! (I love how he said "splat.")
At this point the Gruff Guy becomes mad, lifts a box, (And points to it for some reason, as if it illustrates this point... I actually laughed really, really hard in my head at that.) and he tosses it somewhere off in the distance in the back room.
Me: For...? *headtilt*
G: Abuse of a customer!
CW: By doing...? *Introspective glance*
G: Not making me happy!
CW: So what should we tell corporate exactly?
Me: You wander into a restricted area without even wondering if it's restricted or not because it looks nothing like a part of the actual store should, and you start making demands which the company does not want to grant, and you become hostile toward staff who are in actuality undertaking the correct store procedure, and then you threaten their jobs for tending to the situation as the store would desire it, and then start throwing merchandise around. Which would you like to tackle first?
G: Fkuc you. *points to me and scowls ragefully*
CW: That's disgusting. Maybe after store hours, but right now we're really busy!
Me: Haaave a good one. *Turns to walk away, but is prepared for violence*
Gruff guy storms off.
Later we find out that he did in fact tell a manager what happened, but all the Manager told him was that he has to buy the boxes like everyone else from that aisle with the boxes, and he's not allowed in the back room.
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