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I was on my way to pick up a car when I decided to make a quick stop at the local Suckys (I' don't work there, and could use the real name, but can't resist the opportunity to make a relatively low brow joke) to pick up some caffeine. There were two registers open, which was a good thing, because the one register was being held up by Douche Bag, talking on his phone, while the clerk was standing there waiting for him to pay up. I got into the second line, which moved fairly quickly, and as I got up to the register, Douche Bag ended his very important call about mustache waxing to finally pay for his items and fuel.
Douche Bag; "I'd like to get a free car wash."
Clerk; "I'm sorry, we do not give out free car washes. You can get one at a discounted price."
Douche Bag; "I fuel here all the time, I have an account. I'd like to get a free car wash!"
Clerk; "I can't. To get a code for the carwash, you need to buy it."
Douche Bag; "Well can I at least get my fuel discount?"
Clerk; "You have already fueled without using your business card. (he was paying cash from what I can tell)
Now by this point, I had already paid for my items, and was leaving. It was the next line out of el jerkwad that got me involved.
Douche Bag; "I'm never going to spend another dime in this place! I want to talk to the manager!!"
My hand was on the door, but that line made me instantly think of all the times I've had some self-important piece of trash give me hell while a cashier, not to mention all the stories I've read here on this site. I turned around and walked back up to the counter. I feel a little sorry for the female clerk who had rung me up. Here she is, having one customer being a blow hard, and seeing a 6'2" bald man suddenly turning around and approach the counter with none too friendly of an expression on his face.
Douche Bag; "I want your manager here now, and I'm going to tell him a bad cashier you are!"
I slammed down my hand on the counter "And I will defend him!" Yes, I actually said that.
Douche Bag took a step back, and even his chew toy arm candy stepped behind him. I'm a real nice guy and all, but I know how to use my size when need be. The manager walked up to us and asked Douche Bag what the problem was.
Douche Bag pointed at the clerk. "He is not helping me."
Me. "That's not true, this guy is being a jerk, and your man is doing his job."
Douche Bag; "No, no."
I noticed at this time that the manager is not looking at me, or even acknowledging my existence. I really wanted to continue helping the clerk, but I could tell that my words were going to do very little. That and I had my own job to do. Shaking my head I went to leave, and glanced back as I opened the door. The female clerk mouthed "Thank You". I nodded in return.
I have decided, that from now on, if I see a sucky customer in action, and have enough of the story to know that said customer is being sucky, I will do my best to defend that service person like I wish someone would have stuck up for me on countless occasions. Maybe if we start calling people on their rude behavior, we can get less of that behavior.
Douche Bag; "I'd like to get a free car wash."
Clerk; "I'm sorry, we do not give out free car washes. You can get one at a discounted price."
Douche Bag; "I fuel here all the time, I have an account. I'd like to get a free car wash!"
Clerk; "I can't. To get a code for the carwash, you need to buy it."
Douche Bag; "Well can I at least get my fuel discount?"
Clerk; "You have already fueled without using your business card. (he was paying cash from what I can tell)
Now by this point, I had already paid for my items, and was leaving. It was the next line out of el jerkwad that got me involved.
Douche Bag; "I'm never going to spend another dime in this place! I want to talk to the manager!!"
My hand was on the door, but that line made me instantly think of all the times I've had some self-important piece of trash give me hell while a cashier, not to mention all the stories I've read here on this site. I turned around and walked back up to the counter. I feel a little sorry for the female clerk who had rung me up. Here she is, having one customer being a blow hard, and seeing a 6'2" bald man suddenly turning around and approach the counter with none too friendly of an expression on his face.
Douche Bag; "I want your manager here now, and I'm going to tell him a bad cashier you are!"
I slammed down my hand on the counter "And I will defend him!" Yes, I actually said that.
Douche Bag took a step back, and even his chew toy arm candy stepped behind him. I'm a real nice guy and all, but I know how to use my size when need be. The manager walked up to us and asked Douche Bag what the problem was.
Douche Bag pointed at the clerk. "He is not helping me."
Me. "That's not true, this guy is being a jerk, and your man is doing his job."
Douche Bag; "No, no."
I noticed at this time that the manager is not looking at me, or even acknowledging my existence. I really wanted to continue helping the clerk, but I could tell that my words were going to do very little. That and I had my own job to do. Shaking my head I went to leave, and glanced back as I opened the door. The female clerk mouthed "Thank You". I nodded in return.
I have decided, that from now on, if I see a sucky customer in action, and have enough of the story to know that said customer is being sucky, I will do my best to defend that service person like I wish someone would have stuck up for me on countless occasions. Maybe if we start calling people on their rude behavior, we can get less of that behavior.
That's something I would love to do,but the opportunity never comes up.
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