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Not a horror story by any means, but an SC I do remember.
As an SC was digging in her purse for three cents, I went ahead and put her groceries in her buggy for her.
After finding the change, she looked right at me, and yelled, “Where in the hell is my bread!? It'll get smashed!”
Me: “Ma’m, it’s right there.” (pointed to bread, sitting by itself in the upper portion of the cart)
SC: Oh. (appeared embarrassed and left)
As an SC was digging in her purse for three cents, I went ahead and put her groceries in her buggy for her.
After finding the change, she looked right at me, and yelled, “Where in the hell is my bread!? It'll get smashed!”
Me: “Ma’m, it’s right there.” (pointed to bread, sitting by itself in the upper portion of the cart)
SC: Oh. (appeared embarrassed and left)