Rude Customer Shoots His Mouth Off But The Employee Fires Back In The Best Way

If you have ever worked a job in retail before, you realize that not everyone is going to be easy to deal with. We all know that the ‘customer is always right’ but then again, we also realize that they are often wrong. How many times did you ever wish you could have said exactly what was on your mind without getting fired? This store employee was dealing with a customer who thought he could just walk all over him. Little did he know that he was about to get taught a lesson in the best way possible.

(When I was born, there were serious complications, and doctors had to step in to keep both me and my mother alive. They tore all my muscles and damaged a lot of nerves in my neck. I went to a physical therapist for many years. I hardly ever notice it now, 20 years later, but once in a while, after lifting heavy items for a long period of time, my back acts up and it hurts a lot. All of my coworkers know this, and despite this, I’m a very hard worker. A customer in his 40s walks in, skips right across the line, and to me, where I’m currently working on a problem with a coffee machine. He sets an empty can of gas, the steel type, down on the floor next to me. I have equipment all over the counter and floor, trying to figure out the problem with the machine. It is also worth mentioning that I live in a small town, where everyone knows everyone. I have hardly ever dealt with rude customers because of this, and it’s well known that we can take abuse until a certain point.)

Customer: “I need you to go out to your gas cabinet and fetch me a new one of these.”

Me: “Sure, let me just clean up a little here.”

Customer: “Do you think I have time for that?! Do you know who I am? I have other places to be!”

Me: “All right, then.”

(I shuffle all the pieces and tubes onto the counter, hoping no one will brush them off and step on them. I run out to the cabinet, open the lock, grab a new can, and head back inside. Right as I walk into the store, I get insanely painful cramps in my back, I manage to scoot over to the customer and set the can down, obviously in pain, but I smile and shrug it off to my coworkers.)

Customer: “You teens are so useless these days! All you do is stare at your phones and your computers! Look at you, you can’t even carry a can of gas! You’re all useless! Now hurry up, for f*** sake! I’m going to a very important job interview over at [local entrepreneur, with the owner’s name as a company name]!”

(The other customers have been startled at his behavior by now, but at the mentioning of said company, many of them snicker.)

Me: “You know what? My neck was nearly broken when I was born. I have worked at [Gas Station] for three years, and never have I had a more rude and pretentious customer than you. I want you to calm down so we can finish this transaction. You’re startling the other customers.”

Customer: “Does it look like I give a s***!?”

Me: “That’s it.”

(I pick up the phone and dial a number. My boss is looking at me with approval.)

Me: *on the phone* “Hey, Dad, I want you to know there’s a man in his 40s, drives a green Honda CRV, who said he’s heading over for an interview with you today. He has been a real pain in the butt, and if you hire him, I’m not giving you grandchildren.”

(The customer’s face goes pale. He looks at me, the other customers who are now laughing at him, and scurries out the door, leaving both his old and the new can behind. My dad didn’t hire him, either.)