Yesterday at work I was standing behind my register minding my own business (it was about 2 in the afternoon and it was fairly quiet) when a woman approached. I assumed she was just another regular customer, I had had no SC's and I was off my guard.
This woman (this will be relevant, I swear) was exceptionally scrawny, her skin was rather on the scabby side (disgusting I know, but like I said, relevant) and she had several missing/decayed looking teeth). Several signs of a meth addict. Nevertheless, I did not to judge.
She was holding a small box containing battery-operated alarm clock. When she got to my counter, she said, rather louder than was necessary, "What batteries do I need for these, eh?"
We don't have a very large range of batteries, so I looked at the box to see what type the clock took, and showed her the only pack of AAA batteries that we have which happens to be a (very heavy) 12 pack. She got angry and begins to shout.
Crazy Meth Lady: What the f*** do I need all them batteries for? What am I gonna do with all them?!
Me: Well, um, it's all we have in this type, but...
CML: Why the f*** do I need so many f****** batteries for you dumb b****!!
Me: Yes, well...
CML: How much are they?
I scanned them to check the price, told her how much they were, and hoped dearly that this didn't enrage her further.
It did.
CML: F*** me, all that for f****** batteries?!
(They were $11.99 AUD, quite reasonable for 12)
CML (shouting): I don't want them. I don't f***** want them!!
I was about to deduct the batteries from the register so I could finalise the transaction, and evidently wasn't quick enough because she grabbed the packet and flung them at me rather forcefully, smacking me in the chest. This would have been bad enough at the best of times, but I underwent breast reduction surgery 8weeks previous, and they're still fairly tender. By this stage, I am scared, and in mild pain.
I decide silence is the best way to go while this woman rants. I am slowly becoming more terrified.
CML (screaming her lungs out): I don't have enough to pay for those, you stupid little c***, you're trying to cheat me out of my money, aren't you? You f***** little b****, I'll get you for this!!
I shakily ask her for the money she owes, and she throws a sandwich bag full of coins at me, which also hits me in the chest. She is halfway out the door when she turns, walks back towards me and screeches "S**t, f**** c***, I'll f**** KILL you, you goddamn f***** s**t!! Don't you dare come near me again!!"
This was about 20 minutes into my shift and my manager insisted I go home early.
Always nice to know if I ever fail my art course I can still be of use when an ice addict needs some target practice.
This woman (this will be relevant, I swear) was exceptionally scrawny, her skin was rather on the scabby side (disgusting I know, but like I said, relevant) and she had several missing/decayed looking teeth). Several signs of a meth addict. Nevertheless, I did not to judge.
She was holding a small box containing battery-operated alarm clock. When she got to my counter, she said, rather louder than was necessary, "What batteries do I need for these, eh?"
We don't have a very large range of batteries, so I looked at the box to see what type the clock took, and showed her the only pack of AAA batteries that we have which happens to be a (very heavy) 12 pack. She got angry and begins to shout.
Crazy Meth Lady: What the f*** do I need all them batteries for? What am I gonna do with all them?!
Me: Well, um, it's all we have in this type, but...
CML: Why the f*** do I need so many f****** batteries for you dumb b****!!
Me: Yes, well...
CML: How much are they?
I scanned them to check the price, told her how much they were, and hoped dearly that this didn't enrage her further.
It did.
CML: F*** me, all that for f****** batteries?!
(They were $11.99 AUD, quite reasonable for 12)
CML (shouting): I don't want them. I don't f***** want them!!
I was about to deduct the batteries from the register so I could finalise the transaction, and evidently wasn't quick enough because she grabbed the packet and flung them at me rather forcefully, smacking me in the chest. This would have been bad enough at the best of times, but I underwent breast reduction surgery 8weeks previous, and they're still fairly tender. By this stage, I am scared, and in mild pain.
I decide silence is the best way to go while this woman rants. I am slowly becoming more terrified.
CML (screaming her lungs out): I don't have enough to pay for those, you stupid little c***, you're trying to cheat me out of my money, aren't you? You f***** little b****, I'll get you for this!!
I shakily ask her for the money she owes, and she throws a sandwich bag full of coins at me, which also hits me in the chest. She is halfway out the door when she turns, walks back towards me and screeches "S**t, f**** c***, I'll f**** KILL you, you goddamn f***** s**t!! Don't you dare come near me again!!"
This was about 20 minutes into my shift and my manager insisted I go home early.
Always nice to know if I ever fail my art course I can still be of use when an ice addict needs some target practice.
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