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Apparently to this woman. I was shopping in Wally World because they have all sorts of back to school nonsense going on, and that means cheap dorm furniture/appliances/stuff. It's good for my apartment. As the title implies, I was wearing a pair of dark green cargo pants and a black tank top. Not what an employee would be wearing, basically.
This woman walks up to me, looks at me for a few moments before asking the infamous line, "Do you work here?"
Now... I'm curious at this point, so I just blink and reply, "Well... No, ma'am. What would make you think I work here?"
I don't know if she was just frustrated, or batshit fucking insane, but she FREAKED on me. I mean, I've heard stories of customers yelling at people who don't even work where they're shopping before, but I never thought it would happen to me. Ever. She was flat out screaming at me at what sounded like the top of her lungs! I couldn't for the life of me tell you what she was saying; I tuned her out after she said something about how when she was my age, they were taught to respect people. Lady, you look like you're maybe a little older than 30. You're MAYBE 10 years older than me. Shut the fuck up.
I'm not one to suffer idiots when I don't have to, so about now I start to plot what I'm going to say when she finally shuts up. A good few minutes go by before she finally gives me the best piece to work from so far, "And I want to see your supervisor!"
"...Well... You're more than welcome to speak to my supervisor, but you're gonna have to start walking about 6 miles down the road."
"What the hell are you talking about?!"
"I do not work here. You fuckwit. You just spent the last five minutes yelling at a customer who is just trying to get her shopping done and acting like an asshole. Even if I WERE an employee, you have NO right to be talking like you were to ANYONE, since you were speaking so self-importantly about respect. Now I hope that you don't find an employee to help you at all, and that if you do, they refuse to help you. I dunno if you're fucking insane, or if you're just an asshole, but either way they shouldn't have to put up with you."
I walk off, her face is beet red with what I hope was embarrassment, and I felt a little better about my day.
This woman walks up to me, looks at me for a few moments before asking the infamous line, "Do you work here?"
Now... I'm curious at this point, so I just blink and reply, "Well... No, ma'am. What would make you think I work here?"
I don't know if she was just frustrated, or batshit fucking insane, but she FREAKED on me. I mean, I've heard stories of customers yelling at people who don't even work where they're shopping before, but I never thought it would happen to me. Ever. She was flat out screaming at me at what sounded like the top of her lungs! I couldn't for the life of me tell you what she was saying; I tuned her out after she said something about how when she was my age, they were taught to respect people. Lady, you look like you're maybe a little older than 30. You're MAYBE 10 years older than me. Shut the fuck up.
I'm not one to suffer idiots when I don't have to, so about now I start to plot what I'm going to say when she finally shuts up. A good few minutes go by before she finally gives me the best piece to work from so far, "And I want to see your supervisor!"
"...Well... You're more than welcome to speak to my supervisor, but you're gonna have to start walking about 6 miles down the road."
"What the hell are you talking about?!"
"I do not work here. You fuckwit. You just spent the last five minutes yelling at a customer who is just trying to get her shopping done and acting like an asshole. Even if I WERE an employee, you have NO right to be talking like you were to ANYONE, since you were speaking so self-importantly about respect. Now I hope that you don't find an employee to help you at all, and that if you do, they refuse to help you. I dunno if you're fucking insane, or if you're just an asshole, but either way they shouldn't have to put up with you."
I walk off, her face is beet red with what I hope was embarrassment, and I felt a little better about my day.
after dealing with that crazy bitch.
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