We have a thread on times when customer service sucks ass. And rightly so. There is no lower life form than retail workers. With one exception–customers.
So share with the class.
Back when I was a bank teller, I had a good number of idiots I had to deal with. One of the worst was an old man with bladder control problems. Each time he came in, we’d issue him a new passbook. That’s because his old one was always soaked in urine. We didn’t dare put it in the printer, so we’d just issue a new one. We did, however, have to handle the old one. It was not uncommon for tellers to run off to the bathroom to puke while waiting on this guy. Yuck.
Another was this pair of rude morons who ran a nightclub. The senior moron refused to call ahead for change. He expected me to have whatever he needed on hand. (This is nearly impossible for tellers to do–there’s simply not enough room in the drawer to cover every possible coin request. We needed to plan ahead to order coins from the big vault.) One time he came in and asked for $100 in quarters. I told him that I had $90 on hand and just needed to get some from the big vault. He blew up, and went over to the manager and demanded that she fire me on the spot. What a prick.