I was buying smokes at Fields yesterday afternoon, and an old guy (yeah even older than ME) behind me was huffing and puffing doing what the kids used to call the ‘pee-pee dance’, neck jutting forward and back, miserable scowl on his face, feet shuffling.
So the clerk finishes with me and as soon as he gets to her he starts yelling.
“I was here at SEVEN IN THE MORNING AND YOU WEREN"T GODDAM OPEN!!! Because of YOU, I lost my fish! What excuse do you have for THAT BULLSHIT???”
The clerk, all of 19, was still looking at me I hadn’t even turned to walk out. She rolled her eyes.
“That’s it… ROLL YOUR FUCKING EYES!!! I lost my fish!!! What are YOU going to do about it? I want the manager!!!”
I was about to answer for her “Tell you you’re an idiot and an asshole?” but she politely told him it was Sunday, they don’t open until noon and managers don’t work on Sunday. “This is the Fields store, perhaps you have us confused with the hardware store next door that sell fishing goods.”
“Confused? I’m CONFUSED? How DARE you!!!” and he went storming out. To where we could all see him staring at Tru-Value next door…
What people have to put up with for as little as you can legally pay them.