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<h2>If you&#39;ve ever worked in retail, you&#39;ve been through a very special kind of war.</h2><p>Usually retail employees are paid very little to do a whole lot of manual and emotional labor. Customers turn into toddlers, piles of clothes get toppled over to the floor, with reckless abandon, and power-trip managers will lose their sanity at any given moment.</p><p>If you made it out of retail hell, nobody really can relate to what you&#39;ve seen if they&#39;ve been lucky enough to avoid customer service entirely. Watching one entitled, angry person in a clothing store can send you right back to being berated for not having the right $200 wrinkle cream in stock. It&#39;s ok, you&#39;re safe now!</p><p>So, when a recent<a href="https://www.reddit.com/r/AskReddit/comments/ergjyj/redditors_who_work_or_have_worked_in_retail_whats/"> Reddit</a> user asked, &quot;Redditors who work or have worked in retail, what&#39;s your &quot;I&#39;m about to lose my sh*t&quot; moment you had with a customer?&quot; people were definitely ready to share their tales of the trenches.</p><div className="ad-splitter"></div><h2>1. Wow, &quot;hhehhrrrrhhh.&quot;</h2><blockquote> <p>This wasn&#39;t an incident that made me angry, but rather I was going to lose my shit in the sense this interaction made me feel like I was losing my mind.</p> <p>I worked at a weird Starbucks that was drive thru and walk up only, there was no indoor seating. There were signs on either side of the walk up window displaying a menu with a photo of each product that was listed. If I was working at the walk up window I couldn&#39;t see the menu, even if I leaned out the window as much as I could.</p> </blockquote><p> </p><blockquote> <p>One day a woman came to the store, asked me a question about parking or something, and then ordered. She pointed at the menu and said &quot;Could I have that one?&quot;</p> <p>&quot;I&#39;m sorry, which drink are you pointing at?&quot;</p> <p>She points again, &quot;That one.&quot;</p> <p>&quot;I can&#39;t see the menu from here, could you tell me what drink it is?&quot;</p> <p>&quot;That one.&quot;</p> <p>&quot;I really can&#39;t see the menu, can you tell me what it says?&quot;</p> <p>&quot;That one.&quot;</p> </blockquote><div className="ad-splitter"></div><p> </p><blockquote> <p>What the fuck? Maybe she doesn&#39;t speak English. No, she asked me something in perfect English earlier. Maybe she&#39;s embarrassed to pronounce the drink name wrong? Maybe she&#39;s illiterate?</p> <p>&quot;What color is it?&quot;</p> <p>&quot;That one.&quot;</p> <p>&quot;Do you want a hot or cold drink?&quot;</p> </blockquote><p> </p><blockquote> <p>&quot;That one.&quot;</p> <p>&quot;Do you want something with coffee, or maybe something sweet?&quot;</p> <p>&quot;That one.&quot;</p> <p>&quot;Did you want a frapuccino?&quot;</p> <p>&quot;That one.&quot;</p> </blockquote><p> </p><blockquote> <p>It went on like this for a while until I gave up and just rang her up for a grande iced caramel machiatto. She seemed perfectly happy with it when I handed it to her.</p> </blockquote><div className="ad-splitter"></div><h2>2. Nope nope nope, &quot;kaiterlyn.&quot;</h2><blockquote> <p>I worked at Target in the clothing department for about 3 years. One night I was on the closing shift (6pm-11pm). If you work the closing shift, you spend pretty much the entire shift zoning your assigned area. For me, that meant folding clothes for 5 hours. This particular night I was assigned the women&rsquo;s area, which is the largest. Around 8pm a woman, probably in her late 40s, approached me.</p> </blockquote><blockquote> <p>She asked if I could help her find maxi skirts. I happily walked her to where they were. She then asks my opinion on which skirts I liked the best. Again, I happily told her. She grabs every single print we offer in the skirt. Then she asks me to come back to the fitting room with her. I obliged. When we get back to the fitting room she wants me to stand outside the dressing room as she tries the skirts on.</p> </blockquote><div className="ad-splitter"></div><blockquote> <p>She comes out after each one and spends about 5 minutes going back and forth on &ldquo;does this look good?&rdquo; &ldquo;Is it the right size?&rdquo; &ldquo;I don&rsquo;t like it.&rdquo; &ldquo;Actually I do like it.&rdquo; She asked me to fetch different sizes for different prints. She also has an attitude while she&rsquo;s doing all of this. Telling me that it&rsquo;s my job to help her. This went on until about 9:30. Finally, I think she&rsquo;s done. She now has about 20-25 skirts in her dressing room. She leaves them all sprawled out in the room and proceeds to tell me that she doesn&rsquo;t want any of them. Then she tells me to have a good night and leaves, leaving her mess behind. It took everything in me to smile back and to say have a good night as well.</p> </blockquote><div className="ad-splitter"></div><blockquote> <p>Also, about 2 years later, my cousin was working at an office and some lady came in there. When my cousin was telling me about the lady and how she was a pain in the ass who kept going back and forth on things and was being so rude... We discovered it was the same lady I had helped before. So apparently this is the norm for her.</p> </blockquote><h2>3. Dear god, &quot;byjimini.&quot;</h2><blockquote> <p>Guy slammed a hot water bottle down on the counter and loudly exclaimed, with wife nodding in agreement behind him, that he&rsquo;d put cold water in it 3 hours ago and it still wasn&rsquo;t hot.</p> </blockquote><h2>4. Sand snacks? &quot;dangernoodles628.&quot;</h2><blockquote> <p>Idk if this counts as retail, but I was an intern at an aquarium, and while working at the touch-tank, a kid swallowed a handful of sand, I told his mother, and she told me that he was only four. He proceeded to swallow another handful of sand.</p> </blockquote><div className="ad-splitter"></div><h2>5. R.I.P., Blockbuster, &quot;CaptainWisconsin.&quot;</h2><blockquote> <p>Former Blockbuster employee here.</p> <p>There was a woman who not only absolutely refused to pay her late fees (which were legitimate), she became so enraged that she threw her stack of tapes at me, hitting me in the face. She then marched around the store and knocked every cassette, DVD, and coverbox that she could reach off of the shelves (some with her hands, some by swinging her purse), while shouting obscenities.</p> </blockquote><blockquote> <p>My manager got on the phone and called the police. When Angry Lady finished trashing the store, she demanded to know which cars out on the parking lot my coworker and I drove. When we refused to say, she spit at us and knocked all of the candy/shelf talkers/etc. off of the counters, and began stomping on them.</p> </blockquote><blockquote> <p>I don&#39;t know if it was divine intervention, or luck, or what, but as Angry Lady was spitting and stomping on the candy, another woman walked into the store. This woman just happened to be my next-door neighbor...and a police officer.</p> <p>Officer Neighbor Lady approached Angry Lady and identified herself as a police officer. As she attempted to ask what the problem was, Angry Lady shouted, &quot;WHERE&#39;S YOUR F*CKIN&#39; BADGE, BITCH?!&quot;, spit at Officer Neighbor Lady, and attempted to flee. Officer Neighbor Lady grabbed Angry Lady before she could reach the door and a scuffle ensued. In a blink, Officer Neighbor Lady kicked Angry Lady&#39;s legs out from under her and she went down like a sack of bricks. I&#39;ll never forget the SMACK sound her face made when it hit the concrete floor (satisfying!).</p> </blockquote><div className="ad-splitter"></div><blockquote> <p>While she held Angry Lady down, Officer Neighbor Lady asked me to go get her purse, out of which she pulled a pair of handcuffs. As the cuffs locked around her wrists, it was then that Angry Lady finally realized what trouble she was in. She began to sob and wail loudly. She promised to make nice, pay her fee, and begged to be let go. Two uniformed officers arrived and hauled Angry Lady away, screaming and crying like a lunatic.</p> </blockquote><blockquote> <p>Turned out Angry Lady was actually the mother of a student at my school (I was in high school at the time). He avoided me for the rest of the year (felt terrible for the guy). We found out later that Angry Lady was not under the influence of any alcohol or drugs - she was just a volatile, childish asshole. She was banned from every corporate Blockbuster store.</p> <p>Oh, and the late fee she owed? $12.</p> </blockquote><div className="ad-splitter"></div><h2>6. Perfect, &quot;PB_PB.&quot;</h2><blockquote> <p>Had a woman come in and request a large drink in a small cup. I asked her to repeat that. She reiterated she wanted a large drink, but in a small cup. I told her that wasn&#39;t possible. This went on and on, her yelling that it wasn&#39;t that difficult to understand, I&#39;m trying to tell her that they&#39;re different volumes. Eventually I filled up a large, got a small cup and dead-eyed her while pouring the large in until it overflowed and went all over the counter.</p> </blockquote><h2>7. Ha, &quot;not-as-green.&quot;</h2><blockquote> <p>Worked part time retail whilst at university, one night we&#39;d closed the shop but there was still a customer shopping round so we went and asked her if she could leave as it was now about 10 minutes after close and she had shown no intent of buying anything.</p> <p>The woman then proceeded to look down her nose at all of us and states that she&#39;s a doctor and so she should be allowed to continue.</p> </blockquote><div className="ad-splitter"></div><blockquote> <p>Frankly, I don&#39;t really care what a person&#39;s job is as it doesn&#39;t entitle them to shit, and looking down on every member of staff in the store when most of us were all students studying pretty solid degrees. She definitely needed some basic skills in respect more then she needed some new clothes.</p> </blockquote><h2>8. Well done, &quot;kemrt23.&quot;</h2><blockquote> <p>Years and years ago I worked as a waiter in a upscale restaurant. I always provided the same service, attentive and non-intrusive. I was leaving this job on this particular night as I had found another job. Most of the night went smoothly until one couple, no matter what I did, seemed to be pleased... the salad came too late, there wasn&rsquo;t enough dressing, the wine was off.. you name it they complained..</p> </blockquote><blockquote> <p>I worked to fix everything (despite little was wrong)... and was apologetic as I always was when the situation warranted. When they were finished and I provided their check, they told me &ldquo;You know, you have to be the rudest waiter we have ever encountered&rdquo;. Did I mention this was my last night here? I replied... &ldquo;Like I give a fuck, blow it out your ass&rdquo;... I left my shift a bit earlier that night but felt on top of the world.</p> </blockquote><div className="ad-splitter"></div><h2>9. Yikes, &quot;MossySloth.&quot;</h2><blockquote> <p>I work as a customer service agent for Amazon. It&#39;s more shocking to go a day without a customer freak out.</p> <p>One of the newest reasons for a freakout I got recently. Their package was being shipped by USPS. There was a scan on the tracking number that said something along the lines of &quot;as per the agreement between the customer and carrier, this package has been redirected to a new address&quot;</p> </blockquote><blockquote> <p>Then there&#39;s about 10 minutes of yelling about how this is our fault, she set it to this address because that&#39;s where she wanted it delivered, that we did something, that we&#39;re going to fix it, etc.</p> <p>Then the magic words come out of her mouth, which I had been trying to tell her the whole time but kept getting cut off to get yelled at &quot;well I have my mail forwarded to another address, but that shouldn&#39;t happen with packages&quot;</p> </blockquote><div className="ad-splitter"></div><h2>10. This is next level crazy, &quot;Rorstaway.&quot;</h2><blockquote> <p>Old lady poked a hole in the last six or seven green peppers we had left. They were already on sale, but she knew we sold damaged/past its prime produce for a big discount.</p> <p>I just threw them away and said we can&#39;t sell them. It made me so mad. She was a pain in my ass at that store all the time.</p> </blockquote><h2>11. Pizza problems, &quot;darko2309.&quot;</h2><blockquote> <p>While attending college i used to work at pizza hut as a &quot;cook&quot;. I got this one order that got me banned from leaving the kitchen.</p> <p>I made the pizza etc, waitress came back and said she forgot they wanted tomatoes, so i re-made it with tomatoes, no biggie. Waitress comes back and says they meant uncooked tomatoes, so i had to remake it and then add fresh tomatoes to it, now im starting to fall behind on other orders.</p> </blockquote><blockquote> <p>Waitress comes back and says that they want whole wheat crust not reg. At this point im getting really frustrated but i re-make the pizza for the 1000th time. Thinking ah this finally must be it. Nope, waitress comes back and says they want whole wheat flat. I take the damn pizza and bring it to the table and put it down and say &quot;eat your damn pizza&quot;.</p> <p>The lady says &quot;you can&#39;t talk to me like that im the customer you&#39;re just a cook&quot;, i walk away and say &quot;bitch just eat the pizza&quot;, my manager (one of my best friends), tells me i can&#39;t leave the kitchen anymore lol.</p> </blockquote><div className="ad-splitter"></div><h2>12. What? &quot;Emmmm1795.&quot;</h2><blockquote> <p>I used to work at American Eagle. I was ringing out a customer and realized he stuffed every pocket of cargo shorts with boxers. I asked him what he thought he was doing and he just said &ldquo;it&rsquo;s a bogo deal&rdquo;.</p> </blockquote><h2>13. People are nuts, &quot;Rihsastra.&quot;</h2><blockquote> <p>I used to work at a GameStop at a mall when both were still a thing. Christmas season is always the worst.</p> <p>One night we were closing up and had our gates lowered halfway so the last person checking out could still leave the store. A lady lifts up our gate and comes in and starts browsing. I ask if she needed any help which she declined. I let her know we&#39;re closed and that&#39;s why the gates were down but she brushed that off too saying she wouldn&#39;t be long. I can&#39;t imagine giving that little of a shit about other people.</p> </blockquote><div className="ad-splitter"></div><h2>14. Did she work for Meryl in &quot;Devil Wears Prada?&quot; &quot;what_the_a.&quot;</h2><blockquote> <p>I was 17 and on this particular night, I was the only person covering a huge section of the floor at the clothing store I worked at. I had completely refolded and stacked a HUGE table of shirts. Like, 10-15 shirts per stack, probably 15 shirts on the whole table, and they had to be absolutely perfectly folded. The table was a disaster, literally in complete disarray, because people are horrible. Anyway, it took me a long time but i finally go it all sorted out. It&#39;s ten minute to closing, so I&#39;m thinking, okay, this is great, it probably won&#39;t get horribly messed up again.</p> </blockquote><blockquote> <p>In comes Frantic Lady. Several times a week this lady showed up ten minutes to closing, frantically needing shirts and pants, always talking into her Bluetooth ear piece that you couldn&#39;t see through her crazy hair. (Numerous times I thought she was talking to me so I responded and she snapped at me that she was on the phone.)</p> </blockquote><div className="ad-splitter"></div><blockquote> <p>Anyway, I saw her come in but I stepped into the fitting room for like 3 minutes to get a rack of go-backs, and I come out to find she has DEMOLISHED the table I just folded. Like, went to every shirt, grabbed the one on the bottom and yanked it up and out, sending all the shirts above it toppling into piles. I just stood there, jaw on the floor, eyes wide watching her. She sees my face and scurries away. She only bought like 1 thing in the end.</p> <p>I oscillated between wanting to cry and seething rage. She was so rude. I still feel enraged when i think about it.</p> </blockquote><div className="ad-splitter"></div>

14 people share stories about 'going off' on customers at work.

If you&#39;ve ever worked in retail, you&#39;ve been through a very special kind of war.Usually retail employees are paid very little to do a whole lot of manual and emotional labor. Customers turn into toddlers, piles of clothes get toppled over to the floor, with reckless abandon, and power-trip managers will lose their sanity at any given moment.If you made it out of retail hell, nobody really can relate to what you&#39;ve seen if they&#39;ve been lucky enough to avoid customer service entirely. Watching one entitled, angry person in a clothing store can send you right back to being berated for not having the right $200 wrinkle cream in stock. It&#39;s ok, you&#39;re safe now!So, when a recent Reddit user asked, &quot;Redditors who work or have worked in retail, what&#39;s your &quot;I&#39;m about to lose my sh*t&quot; moment you had with a customer?&quot; people were definitely ready to share their tales of the trenches.1. Wow, &quot;hhehhrrrrhhh.&quot; This wasn&#39;t an incident that made me angry, but rather I was going to lose my shit in the sense this interaction made me feel like I was losing my mind. I worked at a weird Starbucks that was drive thru and walk up only, there was no indoor seating. There were signs on either side of the walk up window displaying a menu with a photo of each product that was listed. If I was working at the walk up window I couldn&#39;t see the menu, even if I leaned out the window as much as I could.   One day a woman came to the store, asked me a question about parking or something, and then ordered. She pointed at the menu and said &quot;Could I have that one?&quot; &quot;I&#39;m sorry, which drink are you pointing at?&quot; She points again, &quot;That one.&quot; &quot;I can&#39;t see the menu from here, could you tell me what drink it is?&quot; &quot;That one.&quot; &quot;I really can&#39;t see the menu, can you tell me what it says?&quot; &quot;That one.&quot;   What the fuck? Maybe she doesn&#39;t speak English. No, she asked me something in perfect English earlier. Maybe she&#39;s embarrassed to pronounce the drink name wrong? Maybe she&#39;s illiterate? &quot;What color is it?&quot; &quot;That one.&quot; &quot;Do you want a hot or cold drink?&quot;   &quot;That one.&quot; &quot;Do you want something with coffee, or maybe something sweet?&quot; &quot;That one.&quot; &quot;Did you want a frapuccino?&quot; &quot;That one.&quot;   It went on like this for a while until I gave up and just rang her up for a grande iced caramel machiatto. She seemed perfectly happy with it when I handed it to her. 2. Nope nope nope, &quot;kaiterlyn.&quot; I worked at Target in the clothing department for about 3 years. One night I was on the closing shift (6pm-11pm). If you work the closing shift, you spend pretty much the entire shift zoning your assigned area. For me, that meant folding clothes for 5 hours. This particular night I was assigned the women&rsquo;s area, which is the largest. Around 8pm a woman, probably in her late 40s, approached me.  She asked if I could help her find maxi skirts. I happily walked her to where they were. She then asks my opinion on which skirts I liked the best. Again, I happily told her. She grabs every single print we offer in the skirt. Then she asks me to come back to the fitting room with her. I obliged. When we get back to the fitting room she wants me to stand outside the dressing room as she tries the skirts on.  She comes out after each one and spends about 5 minutes going back and forth on &ldquo;does this look good?&rdquo; &ldquo;Is it the right size?&rdquo; &ldquo;I don&rsquo;t like it.&rdquo; &ldquo;Actually I do like it.&rdquo; She asked me to fetch different sizes for different prints. She also has an attitude while she&rsquo;s doing all of this. Telling me that it&rsquo;s my job to help her. This went on until about 9:30. Finally, I think she&rsquo;s done. She now has about 20-25 skirts in her dressing room. She leaves them all sprawled out in the room and proceeds to tell me that she doesn&rsquo;t want any of them. Then she tells me to have a good night and leaves, leaving her mess behind. It took everything in me to smile back and to say have a good night as well.  Also, about 2 years later, my cousin was working at an office and some lady came in there. When my cousin was telling me about the lady and how she was a pain in the ass who kept going back and forth on things and was being so rude... We discovered it was the same lady I had helped before. So apparently this is the norm for her. 3. Dear god, &quot;byjimini.&quot; Guy slammed a hot water bottle down on the counter and loudly exclaimed, with wife nodding in agreement behind him, that he&rsquo;d put cold water in it 3 hours ago and it still wasn&rsquo;t hot. 4. Sand snacks? &quot;dangernoodles628.&quot; Idk if this counts as retail, but I was an intern at an aquarium, and while working at the touch-tank, a kid swallowed a handful of sand, I told his mother, and she told me that he was only four. He proceeded to swallow another handful of sand. 5. R.I.P., Blockbuster, &quot;CaptainWisconsin.&quot; Former Blockbuster employee here. There was a woman who not only absolutely refused to pay her late fees (which were legitimate), she became so enraged that she threw her stack of tapes at me, hitting me in the face. She then marched around the store and knocked every cassette, DVD, and coverbox that she could reach off of the shelves (some with her hands, some by swinging her purse), while shouting obscenities.  My manager got on the phone and called the police. When Angry Lady finished trashing the store, she demanded to know which cars out on the parking lot my coworker and I drove. When we refused to say, she spit at us and knocked all of the candy/shelf talkers/etc. off of the counters, and began stomping on them.  I don&#39;t know if it was divine intervention, or luck, or what, but as Angry Lady was spitting and stomping on the candy, another woman walked into the store. This woman just happened to be my next-door neighbor...and a police officer. Officer Neighbor Lady approached Angry Lady and identified herself as a police officer. As she attempted to ask what the problem was, Angry Lady shouted, &quot;WHERE&#39;S YOUR F*CKIN&#39; BADGE, BITCH?!&quot;, spit at Officer Neighbor Lady, and attempted to flee. Officer Neighbor Lady grabbed Angry Lady before she could reach the door and a scuffle ensued. In a blink, Officer Neighbor Lady kicked Angry Lady&#39;s legs out from under her and she went down like a sack of bricks. I&#39;ll never forget the SMACK sound her face made when it hit the concrete floor (satisfying!).  While she held Angry Lady down, Officer Neighbor Lady asked me to go get her purse, out of which she pulled a pair of handcuffs. As the cuffs locked around her wrists, it was then that Angry Lady finally realized what trouble she was in. She began to sob and wail loudly. She promised to make nice, pay her fee, and begged to be let go. Two uniformed officers arrived and hauled Angry Lady away, screaming and crying like a lunatic.  Turned out Angry Lady was actually the mother of a student at my school (I was in high school at the time). He avoided me for the rest of the year (felt terrible for the guy). We found out later that Angry Lady was not under the influence of any alcohol or drugs - she was just a volatile, childish asshole. She was banned from every corporate Blockbuster store. Oh, and the late fee she owed? $12. 6. Perfect, &quot;PB_PB.&quot; Had a woman come in and request a large drink in a small cup. I asked her to repeat that. She reiterated she wanted a large drink, but in a small cup. I told her that wasn&#39;t possible. This went on and on, her yelling that it wasn&#39;t that difficult to understand, I&#39;m trying to tell her that they&#39;re different volumes. Eventually I filled up a large, got a small cup and dead-eyed her while pouring the large in until it overflowed and went all over the counter. 7. Ha, &quot;not-as-green.&quot; Worked part time retail whilst at university, one night we&#39;d closed the shop but there was still a customer shopping round so we went and asked her if she could leave as it was now about 10 minutes after close and she had shown no intent of buying anything. The woman then proceeded to look down her nose at all of us and states that she&#39;s a doctor and so she should be allowed to continue.  Frankly, I don&#39;t really care what a person&#39;s job is as it doesn&#39;t entitle them to shit, and looking down on every member of staff in the store when most of us were all students studying pretty solid degrees. She definitely needed some basic skills in respect more then she needed some new clothes. 8. Well done, &quot;kemrt23.&quot; Years and years ago I worked as a waiter in a upscale restaurant. I always provided the same service, attentive and non-intrusive. I was leaving this job on this particular night as I had found another job. Most of the night went smoothly until one couple, no matter what I did, seemed to be pleased... the salad came too late, there wasn&rsquo;t enough dressing, the wine was off.. you name it they complained..  I worked to fix everything (despite little was wrong)... and was apologetic as I always was when the situation warranted. When they were finished and I provided their check, they told me &ldquo;You know, you have to be the rudest waiter we have ever encountered&rdquo;. Did I mention this was my last night here? I replied... &ldquo;Like I give a fuck, blow it out your ass&rdquo;... I left my shift a bit earlier that night but felt on top of the world. 9. Yikes, &quot;MossySloth.&quot; I work as a customer service agent for Amazon. It&#39;s more shocking to go a day without a customer freak out. One of the newest reasons for a freakout I got recently. Their package was being shipped by USPS. There was a scan on the tracking number that said something along the lines of &quot;as per the agreement between the customer and carrier, this package has been redirected to a new address&quot;  Then there&#39;s about 10 minutes of yelling about how this is our fault, she set it to this address because that&#39;s where she wanted it delivered, that we did something, that we&#39;re going to fix it, etc. Then the magic words come out of her mouth, which I had been trying to tell her the whole time but kept getting cut off to get yelled at &quot;well I have my mail forwarded to another address, but that shouldn&#39;t happen with packages&quot; 10. This is next level crazy, &quot;Rorstaway.&quot; Old lady poked a hole in the last six or seven green peppers we had left. They were already on sale, but she knew we sold damaged/past its prime produce for a big discount. I just threw them away and said we can&#39;t sell them. It made me so mad. She was a pain in my ass at that store all the time. 11. Pizza problems, &quot;darko2309.&quot; While attending college i used to work at pizza hut as a &quot;cook&quot;. I got this one order that got me banned from leaving the kitchen. I made the pizza etc, waitress came back and said she forgot they wanted tomatoes, so i re-made it with tomatoes, no biggie. Waitress comes back and says they meant uncooked tomatoes, so i had to remake it and then add fresh tomatoes to it, now im starting to fall behind on other orders.  Waitress comes back and says that they want whole wheat crust not reg. At this point im getting really frustrated but i re-make the pizza for the 1000th time. Thinking ah this finally must be it. Nope, waitress comes back and says they want whole wheat flat. I take the damn pizza and bring it to the table and put it down and say &quot;eat your damn pizza&quot;. The lady says &quot;you can&#39;t talk to me like that im the customer you&#39;re just a cook&quot;, i walk away and say &quot;bitch just eat the pizza&quot;, my manager (one of my best friends), tells me i can&#39;t leave the kitchen anymore lol. 12. What? &quot;Emmmm1795.&quot; I used to work at American Eagle. I was ringing out a customer and realized he stuffed every pocket of cargo shorts with boxers. I asked him what he thought he was doing and he just said &ldquo;it&rsquo;s a bogo deal&rdquo;. 13. People are nuts, &quot;Rihsastra.&quot; I used to work at a GameStop at a mall when both were still a thing. Christmas season is always the worst. One night we were closing up and had our gates lowered halfway so the last person checking out could still leave the store. A lady lifts up our gate and comes in and starts browsing. I ask if she needed any help which she declined. I let her know we&#39;re closed and that&#39;s why the gates were down but she brushed that off too saying she wouldn&#39;t be long. I can&#39;t imagine giving that little of a shit about other people. 14. Did she work for Meryl in &quot;Devil Wears Prada?&quot; &quot;what_the_a.&quot; I was 17 and on this particular night, I was the only person covering a huge section of the floor at the clothing store I worked at. I had completely refolded and stacked a HUGE table of shirts. Like, 10-15 shirts per stack, probably 15 shirts on the whole table, and they had to be absolutely perfectly folded. The table was a disaster, literally in complete disarray, because people are horrible. Anyway, it took me a long time but i finally go it all sorted out. It&#39;s ten minute to closing, so I&#39;m thinking, okay, this is great, it probably won&#39;t get horribly messed up again.  In comes Frantic Lady. Several times a week this lady showed up ten minutes to closing, frantically needing shirts and pants, always talking into her Bluetooth ear piece that you couldn&#39;t see through her crazy hair. (Numerous times I thought she was talking to me so I responded and she snapped at me that she was on the phone.)  Anyway, I saw her come in but I stepped into the fitting room for like 3 minutes to get a rack of go-backs, and I come out to find she has DEMOLISHED the table I just folded. Like, went to every shirt, grabbed the one on the bottom and yanked it up and out, sending all the shirts above it toppling into piles. I just stood there, jaw on the floor, eyes wide watching her. She sees my face and scurries away. She only bought like 1 thing in the end. I oscillated between wanting to cry and seething rage. She was so rude. I still feel enraged when i think about it. 

If you&#39;ve ever worked in retail, you&#39;ve been through a very special kind of war.  Usually retail employees are paid very little to do a whole lot of manual and emotional labor. Customers turn into toddlers, piles of clothes get...