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I'm back, with doctor approval. My leg is healed and despite the slight limping, I'm doing great. 
My second day back on the job includes three short, yet hilarious, moments of customers being, well, customers.
Those damn signs!
We have two restrooms, single styled. The women's is out of order so there are three, THREE, signs saying OUT OF ORDER. This enormous woman starts down the hallway toward the women's restroom. I'm with a backed up line of customers, so I holler at her, 'Ma'am! Womens restroom is out of order. You'll have to use the men's.' Despite my warning and the THREE large black lettered signs, she goes into the restroom.
Ten minutes later, the rather large woman bursts out the bathroom screaming at me (and my line of customers) "THE FUCKING TOLIET DONT FLUSH!!"
Thank you Captain Obvious.
This isn't the eighteen hundreds lady...
I'm walking up to the register to check out a few customers. Yes, I'm limping. A lady in line rudely comes up with this gem.
Sc:That's why the service is sooo bad here!! I didn't even know they could hire cripples!!
Me: I'm not crippled ma'am, I just had major surgery on my calf.
Sc: Sure you did. That's just a cover story so you can be lazy!!
Me: Regardless ma'am, this isn't the eighteen hundreds. You can't take me around back and shoot me. You can, however, stop being moronic and let me check you out so you can leave my store.
Sc:
Why I outta....
A customer actually asked me my pay after hours. Confused, I ask what he meant. Apparently limps are sexy, he has a fetish. Angry, I threw him out. Disgusting creature he was.
My second day back on the job includes three short, yet hilarious, moments of customers being, well, customers. Those damn signs!
We have two restrooms, single styled. The women's is out of order so there are three, THREE, signs saying OUT OF ORDER. This enormous woman starts down the hallway toward the women's restroom. I'm with a backed up line of customers, so I holler at her, 'Ma'am! Womens restroom is out of order. You'll have to use the men's.' Despite my warning and the THREE large black lettered signs, she goes into the restroom.
Ten minutes later, the rather large woman bursts out the bathroom screaming at me (and my line of customers) "THE FUCKING TOLIET DONT FLUSH!!"
Thank you Captain Obvious.
This isn't the eighteen hundreds lady...
I'm walking up to the register to check out a few customers. Yes, I'm limping. A lady in line rudely comes up with this gem.
Sc:That's why the service is sooo bad here!! I didn't even know they could hire cripples!!
Me: I'm not crippled ma'am, I just had major surgery on my calf.
Sc: Sure you did. That's just a cover story so you can be lazy!!
Me: Regardless ma'am, this isn't the eighteen hundreds. You can't take me around back and shoot me. You can, however, stop being moronic and let me check you out so you can leave my store.
Sc:
Why I outta....
A customer actually asked me my pay after hours. Confused, I ask what he meant. Apparently limps are sexy, he has a fetish. Angry, I threw him out. Disgusting creature he was.
lady, haven't you heard of the ADA?
Yes. My limp is sexy.
Sorry to hear that you're getting hassle from customers regarding your limp, though. That's really REALLY sucky. I was actually surprised when I was working at Land of Quid and had hurt my wrist. I had to wear a support for a couple of weeks and I don't know whether my customers took pity on me or whatever, but I had no sucky customers at all! I was VERY pleasantly surprised! I'm sorry that you didn't get the luck I had, but I hope I have restored your faith in humanity somewhat.
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