I couldn't actually believe it. It took a lot out of me to not punch him in the face. I just couldn't believe it. I still can't belive it. This makes every other thing in the world just seem like nothing.
It was just...
Actually, it's still mind boggling.
If he had said that to me walking down the street I would have knocked him out.
Now, picture a mid 40 year old who lives with his mother, and has to have her drive him everywhere. He's wearing faded tie-dye, and has terrible greasy hair.
Also picture him appearing at garage sales and trying to beg to have everything for free.
Now, I didn't know the above information until after the incident had happened of course.
As these things always do, this altercation happened at work.
The second in command noticed the incoming customer and with the announcement that he wouldn't serve him, retreated to the kitchen divide to watch.
Now, he had already done this several times already, so I just smiled- I may not be a diplomat but some days I almost seem competant at my job.
My thoughts will be in italics.
"Hello, what would you-"
"Yeah yeah yeah, listen I've got this coupon and I want [mumbles]" hmmm... rude, but this isn't the first rude customer I've ever dealt with
"I'm sorry, what was it-"
"Get the shit out of your ears, I said [his order]" it's very rare to have a customer swear at me, but hey. I'll let it slide.
*I start making his order*
"Would you like any cheese today?"
"White of course! What kind of question is that? And I also want [details rest of order]" stay calm. So he's a douchebag, all the more reason to not get mad. And while it is annoying when they go too far ahead with the toppings, I can handle it.
*I get to it*
"No, that's too much lettuce! Those tomatoes look like shit! I want lots of onions. More onions. MORE ONIONS! Jeez! Go crazy with them already!" I will not get angry.
"Go crazy with-?"
"Yes, like you do every Saturday night when you're sitting alone since you have no one to talk to." Wait, what? Excuse me? Personal abuse?
*Tunnel vision kicks in*
Can't punch him. Will lose my job.
"What the hell are you waiting for? Get to it!"
If I broke his jaw... that would be great. But... then I'd lose my source of rent and food money...
Must... resist... urge...
"Hey! I want those wrapped nicely! You're too sloppy!" Disengage. Must disengage. Can't disengage.
*Begins yelling at my coworker on till* Must engage.
"And you! I want them in two different bags inserted into one big bag! Neatly and quickly now!"
*with a smile* "of course sir." Crush food a bit.
*Crushes food a bit* Disengage.
*I retreat to the kitchen where I find the second in command*
*For two straight minutes customer rips apart my coworker*
Eventually he leaves, and we all crowd around and insult him. The second in command informs us that the guy lives with his mother, and always tries to beg at garage sales.
My coworker and I swear to never serve him again. Not going to put up with that bullcrap ever again.
"Yes, like you do every Saturday night when you're sitting alone since you have no one to talk to."
Excuse me? You want to treat me like crap because you failed at life and now live with your mother? Good job loser.
If some random guy had approached me on the street and said the above sentence to me, I'd have knocked him out, and left him where he fell.
Listen, I do not have the patience to deal with people like that. I am not a Saint.
Strange this no one to talk to thing. Thursday I had pizza and movies with a friend of the opposite sex.
Tonight I go to the bar. Can't really drink too much, since I'm due in work tomorrow morning, but at least I'm doing something.
And isn't it Saturday night?
Hmmmmmm.... odd that...