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Very last day of te year and someone comes in and absolutely walks away with the award, which is a stick, to put up your arse.
To start off with she banged on the door twice while I was serving other customers so I had to go and open itfor her. Sbe would later claim the door was jammed shut when called on this, which is bollocks as I opened it with abspolutely no effort. Also we're not talking a wee old woman here, we're talking a perfectly healthy looking forty-something who managed to carry three kilos of potatoes no problem a couple of minutes later..
First she came in and asked "Is that all the potatoes you've got?" which you know, was fine. But then when she came up to the counter she actually said "They're not up to much, but I can't be bothered going to the supermarket." I weighed them, told her the price and she gave me one of those looks. "How much?" I repeated the figure. "That seems an awful lot for potatoes." I politely pointed out the price on the front of the baskets but could she she wasn't happy. So I calmly and politely (this is important, because I never raised my voice during this preamble and remained completely polite) said "Look if you don't want them..."
"No, I don't, because your attitude stinks."
Excuse me, my fucking attitude? You have basically bitched and moaned since you got here and I have remained nothing but civil. Not any more.
So I just told her. "My attitude, you're the one who has moaned since you got in here. First about the potatoes, then about the price." (also, you basically said you were ponly here because you were too lazy to go elsewhere, that's nice to know).
Highlights of the following conversations (where I did not shout or swear once) were her using the old "The customer is always right." line, to which I told her she was wrong and that was just an ad slogan, not a rule or law like people like her thought) telling me to get out of her face when I was stood inside the shop door and she was outside the door and she was still maintaining that I was the one with the problem, then shouting to me that "You're not right in the head." as she got into her car.
If not being right in the head means standing up to moaning, whinging, uppity bitches like you with entitlement issues, then I'm proud to be completely mental.
Also she had a veeerrry distinctive car, so everyone else will be told to keep a lookout for her and tell her to fuck off.
To start off with she banged on the door twice while I was serving other customers so I had to go and open itfor her. Sbe would later claim the door was jammed shut when called on this, which is bollocks as I opened it with abspolutely no effort. Also we're not talking a wee old woman here, we're talking a perfectly healthy looking forty-something who managed to carry three kilos of potatoes no problem a couple of minutes later..
First she came in and asked "Is that all the potatoes you've got?" which you know, was fine. But then when she came up to the counter she actually said "They're not up to much, but I can't be bothered going to the supermarket." I weighed them, told her the price and she gave me one of those looks. "How much?" I repeated the figure. "That seems an awful lot for potatoes." I politely pointed out the price on the front of the baskets but could she she wasn't happy. So I calmly and politely (this is important, because I never raised my voice during this preamble and remained completely polite) said "Look if you don't want them..."
"No, I don't, because your attitude stinks."
Excuse me, my fucking attitude? You have basically bitched and moaned since you got here and I have remained nothing but civil. Not any more.
So I just told her. "My attitude, you're the one who has moaned since you got in here. First about the potatoes, then about the price." (also, you basically said you were ponly here because you were too lazy to go elsewhere, that's nice to know).
Highlights of the following conversations (where I did not shout or swear once) were her using the old "The customer is always right." line, to which I told her she was wrong and that was just an ad slogan, not a rule or law like people like her thought) telling me to get out of her face when I was stood inside the shop door and she was outside the door and she was still maintaining that I was the one with the problem, then shouting to me that "You're not right in the head." as she got into her car.
If not being right in the head means standing up to moaning, whinging, uppity bitches like you with entitlement issues, then I'm proud to be completely mental.
Also she had a veeerrry distinctive car, so everyone else will be told to keep a lookout for her and tell her to fuck off.
