Sometimes, all a retail worker needs is a little bit of satisfying karma to make dealing with an awful customer worthwhile. No matter how big the temper tantrum may be, the universe is really on the employee's side here. These stories offer some of the most satisfying ways a customer got exactly what was coming to them, giving the employee a much-deserved break! COntent has been edited for clarity.
Blinded By Her Delusion
“I used to return customer credit cards by setting them on the Square podium used to swipe them, so they ended up right by the customer when I swung the screen around from them to sign and such. One day, the lady decided this was an offense of the highest order and yelled at me for not placing it directly in her hand. I stupidly engaged with her behavior and tried to explain that I did that for everybody, which got me a continued lecture about how she is the customer and good service is doing what she wants and so on. There were about five people in the line behind her, so she was straight hamming it up, making sure everyone saw her putting me in my place.
Unfortunately for her, the dramatic performance proved to be a bit too distracting, and she stormed out without her infant. This was of course noticed by pretty much everyone in the building, since she had just made herself the center of attention. One of the customers even had to run after her and stop her from driving away. For the record, there is no real subtle way to pick up a full size child carrier. This woman shows the whole business that she values her credit card over her child, and performs an incredible walk of shame.”
Does She Know How Clothing Works?
“I worked in this fancy clothing store in this posh town at the seaside. It was a busy Saturday, when suddenly a very pretentious girl walked in with her boyfriend, ignoring us as we greeted her and even giving my colleague a demeaning look. She went on to browse around in the store and eventually took some clothes with her in the changing booth.
After a while, I notice a heated conversation arising from the booth between her and her boyfriend. I see the boyfriend running back and forth between the booth and some clothing racks. In the meantime, my colleague and I where being chased away by her (she refused any help and didn’t leave the booth), as if we were a couple of Ebola patients.
So me and my colleague continue working and helping other costumers. I was working the register when suddenly the girls turns up next to me, completely ticked off, and she starts ranting about how, ‘This store/brand really should work on the fitting of our clothes, and how we were completely ruining our product.’
I was completely caught off guard, and right when I wanted to ask her what the exact problem was, I see my colleague looking at the girl while bursting out this horribly loud laugh, tears and all. What had happened was that the girl had taken with her a clothing piece she thought was a strapless dress. Well, it wasn’t a dress. It was a skirt. The girl had tried on all sizes and got completely fed up, yelling at us and her boyfriend because the ‘dress’ won’t fit. So she walked out in a crowded store, making a scene, with a skirt pulled up to her chest.
I have to admit, after she left I laughed until I was crying.”
Drag Her Through The Mud!
“Let me preface my story by saying I work near Baltimore. Yeah. So, I manage a plus size women’s clothing store. So a drag queen comes into the store to pick up some shoes they ordered online. They must have been either coming from or going to a show, because they were still in full makeup. I get their name and during our conversation, another customer walks in. I call out a greeting and say something like, ‘I’ll be right with you!’
I go to the back room, and it takes a minute to go through all the web orders. I find the one I need and am on my way back to the counter, when the new customer throws her arm out to stop me from passing. She then says, ‘I am a new customer, and I’ve been here for 20 minutes and no one has spoken to me!’
Dude. I greeted her when she came in. She had only been in the store for at most 5 minutes at that point. I resigned myself to groveling, but before I could say anything, the drag queen stomps over, glares at the customer, and says, ‘Excuse you, she said hello to you.’
Complete with sassy finger snaps. The Queen then made a big show of thanking me for getting her package, and gave me a big sparkly kiss on the cheek before she left. The other customer sheepishly paid for her Spanx and didn’t make eye contact when I told her to have a good day.”
Sixty Year Old Baby
“This was actually partially my fault, but the ridiculous reaction made me lose all sympathy. I was an assistant manager at a paint store, a ‘mid-size regional company’. It was not a big national/international company, so we didn’t always have the best supplies or equipment. Sometimes we would run out of printed labels for the paint cans and not be able to order more, so we would use sharpies to write the color numbers on the can.
Anyways, it was a Saturday, and we were closing early to do inventory. I was younger, so not surprisingly, I was pretty hung over. An elderly gentleman (60-70 years old) came in with a paint can and color number written on it in sharpie. He wanted another gallon, I said okay, but when I went to make it, the last number was smudged, so we took a guess. I made the gallon, showed him the color, he said great, and paid and left. Seemed good to me, I was hungover and didn’t care too much. Hours later we are closed, and the whole staff is counting for inventory. This same elderly gentleman peels into the parking lot in his pick-up truck and starts pounding on the door.
He can obviously see people are there, so my boss goes to the door to see what’s wrong. The ‘gentleman’ is throwing a temper tantrum that the color is wrong. My boss lets him in to replace the gallon of paint to just resolve the situation. No problem, seems like a reasonable solution, he tells him we had to guess the number and we were wrong, we just replace it with one number back.
He calms down for like 30 seconds until he sees me, runs up to me, and starts screaming in my face about what a loser I am, how I was trying to rip him off, etc. A sixty-plus year old man is throwing a temper tantrum like a child. One of the other employees backs him off. My boss gives him the gallon and tells him to chill out, just leave. The guy cusses him out too, then storms out.
He takes the gallon, throws it in the back of his pick up, slams the tailgate, and gets in his truck. He squeals the tires as he backs out and speeds away. However, slamming the tailgate didn’t close it at all, as not only did he have the mental maturity of a 5-year-old, he apparently only had the strength of one too. So as he peels out and drives away, out the back of the pick up truck goes the gallon of paint. it made a small mess, but we didn’t see him back. I’m glad he never got the paint he needed.”
The Most Offensive Thing She Had Every Head In Her Life?
“Former cell phone industry worker. We HAVE to pitch insurance and a case every time you get a new phone. We have to. You can actually be fired from some carriers for refusing to partake in making these suggestions.
During a normal new-line set-up, this insanely rude woman is hostile about every part of the exchange. Her credit is absolute garbage, so she has to pay a gnarly deposit and more for the phone up front, and that’s somehow my fault. Finalizing everything before she’s completely rung up, I casually offer the same thing I do to literally everyone getting a new phone: Which insurance plan were you interested in, and what kinds of cases have you looked at?
Apparently that was the most offensive thing she’d ever heard in her life. She immediately raises her voice and makes it really uncomfortable for me. I kept my composure and tried calmly explaining everything, even trying to let her know that I HAVE to offer that to everyone, but I couldn’t get anything across. Eventually my coworker lets me know he’s got this, so we swap places and finish each other’s sales. As she steps out of the store looking down at the Galaxy Note 3 she had just spent a total of 500 something dollars to get, she trips and smashes the screen. Comes back in asking for help after raising such a ruckus, and we got to deny her.”
The Look On HIs Face? Priceless
“I used to work at a RadioShack in my area during college. It was never really busy on Sundays, so I was generally the only worker there. On this particular Sunday morning, I was incredibly tired from the night before, so I was kinda irritated about having to come in on a day when no one was going to show up. I got even more angry when I pulled into the parking lot and was instantly greeted by a man who proceeded to start yelling at me. I put on my sales associate smile and kindly asked what the problem was. ‘I’ve been waiting here for 30 minutes and you are late!’
I wasn’t late, I was actually 15 minutes early. He then followed closely behind me to the door and was screaming at me the whole way. ‘I’m never coming back to this store!’ and stuff like that. When I finally got the door open, I let him know that I had to turn the alarm off and count the register before I could help him. This also made him angry, but at this point I didn’t care. I was nice enough to try to help him 15 minutes before we opened. The least he could do was not be so nasty.
Anyway, I finally get to help the guy out and he wants to know about batteries. Cool, easy. I proceed to show him our batteries and their prices. He goes off. He starts screaming and yelling about how everything was outrageous and the prices were terrible and apparently I had treated him even worse. He started to pound his fist on the counter and started yelling again about how we didn’t have any name brand batteries (we did), and how RadioShack was communist by trying to push their batteries on their customers.
I calmly told him that there was nothing I could do and asked if I could help him with anything else. He stormed off, punched a battery display, and proceeded to slam face-first into our door. Turns out that since he was yelling and screaming at me while I was unlocking the doors, I forgot to unlock the other one. He quickly looked around to see if I had seen him. I just waved and told him to have a great day. He spun out of the parking lot and I never saw him again.”
The Dad Must Have Been Mortified
“I worked for an online banking help desk, and this 18-year-old lad called us saying he had seen a transaction that he didn’t recognize on his account. So he decided that the bank was robbing him of $7, and I was somehow in on it. He called me a thieving little prick. Then he got his dad on the phone, who stuck up for his awful son, saying that I was a pathetic scumbag for stealing $7 off of a young boy. Never mind that it was a debit card transaction, and I simply worked in the department that helped people use online banking.
But anyway, I phone out debit card services to see if they could give any more information, and boy could they. I then had the pleasure of relaying back to this little twerp’s equally awful father the following:
‘Hello sir, thanks for holding. I’ve checked without debit card services team, and I now understand why your son would not have recognized the payee on the bank statement. It’s a deliberately vague term used for discretion when the customer has subscribed to online adult videos. That’s what it was for. Your son has been paying for online adult videos. Would you like to pop him back on the phone so I can tell him it’s a payment for his explicit videos, or will you pass on the information?’
The father just muttered that the issue did not require any further investigation, thanked me for looking into it, and hung up.”
Secret Method To Her Madness
“I work in a cell phone/computer repair retail chain. We had this lady come in the other day, we’ll call her Wanda. Now, we do buy phones and other small electronics, but ONLY if we’re going to be able to sell them. We aren’t going to buy your antique iPhone 4, and we sure aren’t giving you $600, no matter how new your device is. Wanda calls first, asking for quotes on three phones and a laptop. Two of the phones are older and wouldn’t work well anymore, after a quick Google search. The laptop is an old Compaq, which should tell you why I refused it. Wanda came into the store an hour later. Apparently, our other location in the next town had quoted her $50 for all three phones and $150 for the garbage laptop. I knew this was a lie, because the managers in that store are competent.
I tell her I can give her $30 for the nicest phone (her personal phone, which will become relevant soon), but I can’t take the two terrible ones, and I absolutely will not be taking the old Compaq that runs slowly with a chunk broken out of the side. She starts whining about how I quoted her X-amount of money, and how she can’t believe we can’t give her more, and we HAVE to take these items, and blah blah blah.
Guys, it was 80 degrees in that store. Our AC had broken and we were hot, sweaty, and upset. And Wanda just would not shut up. I ended up giving her $50 for the stupid phone. Seemingly satisfied, she left, saying she’d be going to the other store to sell her other two phones and the laptop. About thirty minutes later, she was back AGAIN, this time hocking a sob story to my coworker (he dealt with her the second time because I was close to beating her with the stupid laptop) about needing money for her sick daughter. She whined at him too, until he finally bought the laptop for $10. Then, FINALLY, she was gone.
Long story short, we checked the phone and laptop for resale quality. We find a text on the phone that said, ‘Give me back my laptop and all the things you stole from me, or Town Police will be called.’
We also looked up her name and found that she’d been wanted for theft back in 2010 in our district. Cops were called, owner was called, and laptop was given safely back to him (though we did have to look him in the eye after accidentally finding his adult video stash). Now this woman has an arrest warrant once more – all thanks to two grouchy, hot twenty-somethings who paid her $60 to get the heck out of our store and to never come back.”
She’ll Burn For This
“I used to work in a women’s shoe store, in an outlet mall in a casino. So a woman came in and bought shoes from me once about an hour before we closed, and the entire time she was rude, disrespectful, and left a mess everywhere she went. She spilled coffee on me and didn’t even apologize. She ended up at the register with three pairs of shoes, so I cash her out and for some reason her receipt didn’t print out. I had just started working there, so I had no idea why it didn’t print. When I told her the receipt didn’t print she lost her mind.
She told me I was a crook and I did it on purpose, so she couldn’t return the shoes if they didn’t fit. She also told me how I was going to burn in purgatory for being such a piece of garbage person. When I told her not to talk to me that way, she said I was ‘getting too aggressive’, so she ran into the hall and grabbed a security guard (since the mall was in a casino, the security guards were pretty legit). The security guard ended up recognizing her as a shoplifter from another store, detained her, and had her arrested. Turns out she stole about $4000 dollars worth of merchandise from a few of the higher end shops in the mall a week earlier.”
Old Man Goes Flying
“I used to sell mattresses, which no one really wants to buy. No ones jacked about buying, they do it because they have to. I get it. Everyone that works there gets it. One Saturday, this cranky old dude comes in, and before anyone can greet him, he’s complaining about literally everything. We’re trying to help him, but he shoos anyone who approaches him away. Of course, then he turns around to complain about no one helping him.
Dude is old, like I said, and he can’t get around well. We recommend he not lay down on an all foam mattress if he won’t let anyone help him up. He says something rude and blows us off. He hobbles over to a foam mattress, one that is right next to a wall. This wall also has a TV display sticking about 8 inches out from the wall, and it constantly plays ads.
Old man lays down on the bed and immediately hates it. He sits up, and he realizes it will be difficult for a man in his condition to get off the bed, but he won’t ask for help. This dude launches himself off the mattress and straight into the TV display. My manager loses it. The guy tries to bark at us, but everyone else is too busy trying not to laugh, so he gives up and cranky-walks out of the store.”
“I Always Get What I Want”
“I was the manager, and this guy showed up at the nearby register. He began to berate my employee so angrily that I saw her starting to tear up. I walked over to see what was wrong. He said he wanted the three CDs he brought up to purchase for the same sale price that a rack of completely different CDs were priced at. I told him his CDs weren’t even on sale. He said he didn’t care, he wanted the sale price. He then said he had ordered CDs from our store and always got the sale price. I asked him his name, and realized he hadn’t purchased the CDs he ordered, and we had been holding them for him for two months.
He said he didn’t want those CDs anymore, and he still wanted the regular priced CDs for a sale price. I had decided right then I wasn’t going to give this guy anything, and I told him so. Unfortunately, he said the magic words, ‘I want to speak to your boss’. This meant I had to cave into his demands, because our head office was on ‘The Customer Is Always Right’ campaign, and I knew that not only would head office give in, they’d probably reprimand me and my employee for not kissing his feet in the first place. I also knew he was the kind of loser who’d call head office to complain. So, I bit my lip and gave in.
After he got his CDs, he looked at me triumphantly and said, ‘I always get what I want,’ and walked out. Fortunately, he forgot his wallet. I realized Karma had called, and I was to be its instrument. I picked up the wallet and threw it in the garbage, much to the shock of my employee (I didn’t look in the wallet or take anything out of it, that would not have been Karmic). He came running back about an hour later, asking if we saw his wallet. I said I hadn’t, and I asked the employee he had berated if she’d seen it. She said ‘No,’ with an admirable amount of sincerity. He ran back out with a panic-stricken look on his face. My employee turned to me and said, ‘He kept calling me such awful names. This is the best day at work I’ve ever had.’
I couldn’t help but agree with her, and we both enjoyed the rest of the work day.”
Musical Mishap
“While I was working at a music store, we would do a lot of business in high-end band instruments (tubas, clarinets, etc). We only put them on sale for a couple weeks every year, and we were nearing the end of the sale.
This older guy comes in to look at trumpets, and he’s ogling the most expensive one we had on display, really standing there for a good few minutes. My coworker asks him if he wants any help, or if he’s interested in trying it out, and the customer just starts talking nonsense about the expensive trumpet. ‘It’s nice, but I’m really not that impressed. $3400? That’s too much for that thing, yeah right!’
Right at that moment we get a phone call, asking us for that same model trumpet, and the customer is willing to pay for it in full over the phone to reserve it. Normally we would have three or four of these horns around, but the sale was good and the very last one was getting dragged through the mud by this old guy.
My other coworker just strolls up behind the dude and plucks it off the wall, and the old dude just goes completely ballistic, yelling, calling us all incompetents, etc. Turns out he really wanted it, but he was pretending not to in order to try to get us to lower the price. There was nothing we could do for him, as the sale was only on stuff we had in stock. He eventually ordered one (costing him an extra few hundred bucks). We laughed about that one for a long time.”
“The World Seems To Have Broken”
“I work at a store where the majority of shoppers are elderly. It makes for a pretty sad atmosphere. It is stunning how many accidents we’ve had with the elderly pooping themselves. The first few times I heard that somebody poop themselves, I was stunned, but honestly it’s just annoying at this point. Anyways, we had an incident in the middle of a busy Saturday during the summer, our second most hectic time of year. An elderly gentleman had a bad accident at the first of four registers (it’s a smaller store), so obviously we directed customers to the already backed up three remaining registers. While I’m standing towards the front of the register aisle telling people that this register is closed, a customer stalks up to me, clearly upset already. ‘Do you work here?’ he asked, leaning in so that he was about six inches away from my nose.
‘Yes sir, I do. Is there anything I can help you with today?’
‘Yeah. That Miracle Gro over there is priced 6.99, when it should only be 3.99.’
‘I’m sorry sir, that ad ended two weeks ago. It’s not on sale anymore.’
‘No no no. The Miracle Gro.’
He starts accentuating his words, as if describing something to somebody in a foreign country. ‘Meeeer-acle Growwww. You put it on plants. You know, to make them grow? It’s a fertilizer. I was just in here yesterday and it was 3.99. It should be 3.99!’
Now please note, I’m at this miserable place six, sometimes seven days a week, with a minimum of 55 hours. There’s no way I’d forget a sale from yesterday and I certainly wouldn’t forget this guy. ‘I’m sorry sir, that Miracle Gro there is 6.99. It’s not on sale and hasn’t been for a while now.’
He rolls his eyes and huffs. ‘Get me your manager.’
At this point I have to restrain from rolling me eyes. ‘Sir, I am the manager. The item isn’t on sale.’
He then bursts out, ‘This is completely RIDICULOUS. YOU’RE THE MANAGER? THAT’S JUST GREAT. NO WONDER THIS PLACE STINKS, A TOTAL IDIOT IS IN CHARGE OF ALL THESE OTHER IDIOTS. I’M NEVER COMING BACK TO THIS PATHETIC JOKE EVER AGAIN.’
For a moment, I stare wide-eyed at what an incredible monster this guy is. The stock boy cleaning up stops what he’s doing and stares, and a few other customers in the other lines look over at the commotion. This guy storms toward the exit and shoves past my stock boy, and I try to stop him, shouting ‘Sir!’ but he ignores me. At that moment, Divine Justice shines down upon our mortal souls. Time itself seems to slow, and then stop, as this guy steps once in pile of poop, and then seems to slow almost to a halt as the other foot slides forward, and then stops completely as he slides and lands on his butt in a mound of rancid, orange diarrhea.
For a moment, the world seems to have broken. Nobody says a word. All the customers stare in awe at the sight before them. I am silent and motionless, as is my stock boy. This guy is sitting stupefied in the mound of poop. Jesus Christ himself stops and gazes upon the awesome might of such righteous karma. Finally, this guy stumbles to his feet and furiously looks around at the 70 or so people staring and him, anticipation pounding in everybody’s hearts as we wait for a statement. He turns on his heel and storms out, swearing and fuming all the way. We then glance around at each other, and erupt into chatter and laughter. My stock boy turns to me wearing the biggest smile somebody who is cleaning poop could possibly smile. ‘That was awesome!’ he hoots. And I must agree with him, for no truer words have ever been spoken.”
Target Tragedy
“I used to work at Target. We were always told if a parent has their kid STANDING in the cart, we should ask the parent to have their kid sit down. Most of the time, the parents are fine with it. This one lady was not having it.
She was outside, and just put her kid in the cart. At the entrance, the ground had shifted a bit and there was a small lip to get into the store, and of course the kid is standing at the very front of the cart. I politely warned the customer of the lip and the kid should sit down because there’s a very high chance he’ll fall out. She tells me, ‘Get lost! You can give me advice about my kid when you become a parent yourself!’ while pointing her finger at me. Alright, whatever. We can’t do anything after that.
She walks towards the door, kid still standing and hits the lip. Kid flips out of the cart and bashes his face on the floor. If anyone knows about the ‘carpeting’ in the entrance vestibules, it’s basically like having a piece of paper draped over a slab of concrete. There’s no padding what-so-ever. This kid had GIANT lump on his forehead and must have hit his nose too, since he was bleeding everywhere. I told my managers, and the lady got the help she needed for her kid, but she was still being extremely rude. Told you so.”
Ew, No Wonder It Would Shut Down!
“I worked at Best Buy for six years. I really loved it because of the wacky customers. This guy comes in with his laptop, saying it keeps shutting down because of heat. It’s less than two weeks old, so being the good guy I am, I agree to look at it. I push the hard drive release button because you had to release the hard drive on this particular model in order to open it up. When I pull the drive out, about 100 tiny roaches scatter out. The guy is standing right in front of me. I slide the drive back in and say, ‘Well there’s your problem!’
This guy looks me dead in the eye and says they must have been there when he bought it, and he’s returning it. I politely tell him that will never be happening. This guy becomes really agitated and calls over my General Manager, who politely tells him the exact same thing.
This guy gets even more angry and picks up the laptop and slams it as hard as he could on the floor. The laptop parts explode out all over the floor, and the roaches follow. People are now looking to see what’s going on. The guy demands his money back, so my General Manager looks at him with the most deadpan look and politely says, ‘Sir, I can’t return your laptop, it’s broken.’
The futility of the situation passes over the guy. He sighs, puts his head down, and quietly leaves. People are looking at us for our next move. My General Manager, being the amazing man he was, picks up a broom, sweeps up the laptop himself, and discards it. He then bought me a soda.”
Her Kid Has The Answer
“I currently work at a consignment shop. We have two stores worth of furniture, and it’s only based on things people bring in for us to sell for some of the profit. A lady came in her with her son (he was 5 or 6), and she looked around. We had two bar-stools, and she came up to the desk and said ‘I’d like to order two more of these bar-stools.’
I smiled and said, ‘We can’t do that, those belong to someone and that’s all they had to consign with us.’
She looks back and says, ‘Well why on earth can’t you order ones like this?! I’m sure you can find them online!’
I clench my teeth and smile again, saying, ‘Ma’am, we really can’t do that. If you’d like to go online, you are more than welcome to look for yourself, but I can’t help you and I’m sorry.’
She huffed and started walking to the door, talking about getting me fired and writing a horrible review of this place. She then got a nice big face-full of door. It’s a push door, and it was locked. She looks at me and screams, ‘WHY ON EARTH IS THIS LOCKED?!’
I have no idea. Then her son looks at her and says, ‘Mommy you were mean to that lady, and I don’t wanna go until you say sorry.’
Best. Kid. Ever.”
He Escalated Things So Fast
“I work at a shop in the airport, so maybe seven out of ten of my customers are already pretty rude, and nine out of ten times people will buy the wrong charger for their phone. So a guy comes into my store obviously very wasted and asks me for a charger. I ask him for an iPhone or Android, and he says Android, so I show him my cheapest charger, which is $32 after tax. He starts screaming at me, yelling at me for stealing peoples money, calling me so many unmentionable expletives.
He wants it anyways and I ask him one more time, ‘Are you sure this is the right charger for your phone?’ because we don’t do returns on opened electronics.
He says something along the lines of, ‘I’m not totally stupid!’ and walks out. Maybe like half an hour later, he is even more wasted, and he comes in screaming that I sold him the wrong charger because he has an iPhone. If he was polite or even apologetic, I would have called my supervisor to do the return, even though we aren’t allowed to. Well anyways, I tell him I can’t return it and my supervisor is on lunch.
He gets irate and is screaming more expletives at me before he storms away. So my day is over maybe an hour later, and as I’m heading out I see him screaming at customer service agent because he missed his plane. Apparently, he was at the bar and didn’t hear them calling him over the PA. The agent is not taking any of his nonsense, and he has the police called and take him out.
So not only did he not catch his flight, he won’t get a refund because it was his own fault he missed it. He also most likely got put in a holding cell for being publicly wasted. Justice has never been sweeter.”
Macy’s Mayhem
“It was a different kind of justice. I was working at Macy’s doing Loss Prevention. Two guys kept coming into our Men’s Suit department, stealing the pants on display, and running out the door. We kept missing them each time. This probably happened four times in total. Then one night, we got the guy coming into the door from the camera room. My partner bolted out to stand by the door, to wait for the guy to exit. I had the cameras locked in on him and I ran toward where he would exit from the camera room. As I started to run up, the guy exited and started running for the car. His partner was not too far behind.
My fellow Loss Prevention guy ran after one and I the other. They both were headed for the car, and my guy was headed for the driver’s side. His partner got to the passenger side first, locked the door, and jumped into the driver’s side. By this time I had a hold of the guy and he was struggling with me. I had him in a choke hold, trying to toss him to the ground. He kept kicking and to dislodge me when he kicked his leg into the wheel well of the car and got it stuck.
He couldn’t get it out. I looked at the driver and told him to not back up, or he was going to run over his buddy’s leg. He backed up. The leg snapped. His partner drove off, ran over several curbs, and crashed the car into a bus, which was parked while picking up people. The cops came, and both guys were detained, pants were recovered, and all it took was one broken leg and a massive adrenaline rush.”
Embarrassment Of The Highest Order
“I used to work in a retail phone store. After every smartphone that we sold, we had to offer the device protection that covered physical damage. One customer in particular was rude during the entire transaction, sighing and snapping at me every time I asked him a question or needed something from him. When I got around to asking him about the protection, he looked up at me and nearly shouted, ‘I’ve about had it with all your questions! No I don’t want the stupid protection! Do I look like the type of idiot that would throw my phone around?!? What on earth is wrong with you people?!’
‘I understand sir, however if you don’t take the protection, I would at least recommend picking up a case to make sure-‘
‘Are you deaf?! I said I’m not an idiot! I am careful and take care of my stuff! No more stupid questions!’
Eager to just get him out and be done with him, I finished the transaction and sent him on his way. He’s not even five steps out of the door when I hear the sound of a brand-new iPhone smacking face down onto the concrete walkway. I looked up just in time to watch him slowly pick it up and turn bright red with what I can only assume to be a combination of embarrassment and frustration.
Needless to say, my coworkers and the other customers waiting in line laughed about that for quite some time.”