I was working the grocery store customer service desk one night back in April, and I'm sad to say that I was not at all paying attention to my surroundings. Thus, I was surprised when a normally bright and cheery cashier of mine walked up to me and placed her hand on her forehead in agitation. I asked her what was wrong, and all she could do was gesture to a man who was staring at us. He was middle-aged, with stubble and this ridiculous Sir Lancelot bob haircut. And a hat.
Wondering what on Earth could have upset my cashier so badly she couldn't talk, I walked over and very politely said, "What's wrong, sir?" and smiled.
"What's wrong with you?"
"Did you have a problem?"
"Do you have a problem?"
Tired of this, I cheerily inquired, "Are we playing a game?"
"Are you playing a game?"
"Right, well, apparently we're playing a game. You have a nice day!" And I walked off. Grown men who talk like they're six are not worth my time. He called after me, asking what my name was, but I pretended not to hear. When he followed me, though, I happily told him my name and my manager's name. They really love it when you act completely nonplussed at their threats of calling your manager. I later found out that he had been making belligerent comments to the cashier and in general was a dick to her, and that's why she was so agitated. He never called in to complain. But seriously, he had such a holier-than-thou attitude while using such juvenile speech, it was completely absurd. Pretty much looking for people to pick on and something to complain about.
Wondering what on Earth could have upset my cashier so badly she couldn't talk, I walked over and very politely said, "What's wrong, sir?" and smiled.
"What's wrong with you?"
"Did you have a problem?"
"Do you have a problem?"
Tired of this, I cheerily inquired, "Are we playing a game?"
"Are you playing a game?"
"Right, well, apparently we're playing a game. You have a nice day!" And I walked off. Grown men who talk like they're six are not worth my time. He called after me, asking what my name was, but I pretended not to hear. When he followed me, though, I happily told him my name and my manager's name. They really love it when you act completely nonplussed at their threats of calling your manager. I later found out that he had been making belligerent comments to the cashier and in general was a dick to her, and that's why she was so agitated. He never called in to complain. But seriously, he had such a holier-than-thou attitude while using such juvenile speech, it was completely absurd. Pretty much looking for people to pick on and something to complain about.
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