re: Retailer/server employees: worst ever customer?

Worked at a small local restaurant in HS as a busboy. Couple left a stack of pennies on the table as their tip. As they walked out, they see me clearing the table and start laughing. I proceed to use my cloth to wipe the table and slam the pennies across the floor (slow day so only 1 other table at the time) then bring the pan to the back. Apparently they filed called in to file a complaint against me about 30 minutes later. Manager suggested I find another job because I'm not cut out for service industry

Worked at Sears and a guy came to the counter to return used underwear for a brand we no longer carried. Had stains, holes, stretch marks... I refused, he demanded a manager. Manager told me I had to take the return, I obliged then told her she has to bag them up and bring them to the back. She gave me I'm the manager speech, I told her if I have to do it I walk out right now (only 1 on the floor for the department). After that, I went and applied at the bank down the street

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You don't frick with the people who handle your food." - Monty, Waiting

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I don’t treat anyone bad but I damn sure go out of my way to be respectful to restaurant staff. I have on more than one occasion gotten up and left when with a god awful a-hole starts bitching at the staff over little shite. I don’t want people pissing on my food.

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dookie in the urinal

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Would be a great name for a band

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Was bagging groceries and some Russian lady started yelling at me that I was doing it wrong and starts doing it herself.

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Was this in BR? Because there was an old Russian couple (I think the husband was a prof at LSU) who did this ALL THE TIME at the Albertson’s on Perkins.

A friend of mine lived on the same street as them in Kenilworth and said they hated everybody and had an 8-ft fence around their property.

I don't have any horror stories but I swore up and down I was on that old show Boiling Points when working at Brewbacher's in HS

this lady kept asking if we had any 'maters and if the 'maters were fresh and where were the 'maters from and on and on for what seemed like 15 minutes...

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I said NO PICKLES! WHAT DID YOU NOT UNDERSTAND? SONIC NOW

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Almost verbatim.

I didn’t take his order. I didn’t prepare his food. I just brought it to his table. That job made me hate the general public with a fiery passion.

Worked for a hardware store way back when.

We would get shipments of generators in when hurricanes were heading our way. We had a very specific return policy for generators that were listed at every register, on the receipts, that we verbally told the customers, and we even would attach notes to the boxes the generators came in:

1. You have to have your receipt.
2. You must bring the box the generator came in when you return it.
3. We can only return an unused generator (meaning if you had put gas through it, no return).

Had a guy come in, buy one, asked the cashier the policy, I watched her tell him it. She even pointed to the policy on his receipt. He asked me it when I was helping him load it up, told it to him again. His truck bed was loaded with an assortment of junk. He said we’d have to take it out of the box to load if and wanted me to do it. I told him I can’t due to company policy, so he huffed and puffed and took it out. Made a fuss when I handed him the box and then he took it over and dumped it in our trash can.

Few days later this bastard comes back and says he wants to return the generator and needs me to bring it in. I smell the gas on it and tell him he can’t return it but he says he doesn’t care he’s returning it anyways. So we get it in. He has no receipt, the box is in a dump somewhere, and this thing smells like a BP station and he throws a hissy fit about us not returning it and starts on the typical “we’re racist and blah blah blah”. I stop him and say “sir I’m 3/4ths Cherokee and a quarter Cuban (I’m neither but frick him), I don’t care about your personal racial problems”. He pulls the generator off the counter and damn near wiped my legs out with it and goes to swing at me but our GM yanks his arse and tells him to frick off and don’t come back.

Dude showed up a couple of weeks later claiming we still owed him lumber he purchased or some nonsense and had a lawyer with him. I was heading to lunch but saw our GM laying into this guy and his “lawyer” pointing out the parking lot.

Expeditors for industrial contractors. end thread/

NVM missed the 'retail/server' part

I delivered pizza for papa John’s in Birmingham several years ago. There were several hotels in our delivery area. Magic city classic weekends sucked.