This is rare. A customer actually made it to the back corner of the store with a pitbull dog on a leash, before anyone noticed (or bothered to do anything about it). So I was filling the freezers and spotted her, she was getting a pack of ice creams.
I couldnt quite believe my eyes. Most customers that bring dogs in have some kind of mental problem that means they dont quite understand that dogs cant come into a food store in the 21st century, or they are homeless or drunk. But this woman looked "normal". Mid 30's, well dresed.
After I had got over my shock that nobody else in store had bothered to confront her, I walked over to her and politely said "excuse me. . . "
She cut me off, and said something along these lines, growing increasingly loud/irate as she went on:
"I know what you're going to say, but if your daughter had a brain tumor and wanted a lollipop, she'd f***ing get one".
I was shocked. I backed off, not quite knowing what to say. She walked off and paid for her ice creams. Shockingly, not one other person in store, staff nor customers, asked about her dog. Perhaps they knew her . . .
During her outburst, there was a man stood on the same aisle, within earshot, with his young daughter, perhaps 5-6 years old. Which made it worse. Anyway, when she'd gone, he told me he felt sorry for me, being at work and not being able to floor her
Moral of the story is that just because a relative has a brain tumor, it doesnt give you a license to act like a jerk, swear at people, and take dogs into shops. I just wish I had found the words to say this to her when she was still in the store.
I couldnt quite believe my eyes. Most customers that bring dogs in have some kind of mental problem that means they dont quite understand that dogs cant come into a food store in the 21st century, or they are homeless or drunk. But this woman looked "normal". Mid 30's, well dresed.
After I had got over my shock that nobody else in store had bothered to confront her, I walked over to her and politely said "excuse me. . . "
She cut me off, and said something along these lines, growing increasingly loud/irate as she went on:
"I know what you're going to say, but if your daughter had a brain tumor and wanted a lollipop, she'd f***ing get one".
I was shocked. I backed off, not quite knowing what to say. She walked off and paid for her ice creams. Shockingly, not one other person in store, staff nor customers, asked about her dog. Perhaps they knew her . . .
During her outburst, there was a man stood on the same aisle, within earshot, with his young daughter, perhaps 5-6 years old. Which made it worse. Anyway, when she'd gone, he told me he felt sorry for me, being at work and not being able to floor her
Moral of the story is that just because a relative has a brain tumor, it doesnt give you a license to act like a jerk, swear at people, and take dogs into shops. I just wish I had found the words to say this to her when she was still in the store.
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