In the series "Reasons Why I Need to Get Out of That Supermarket", no. 73
Can of milk: *shows up with no label*
Me: *phones colleague to try and fix the problem*
Lady customer: *gets mad at me because apparently it's my fault that the can has no label*
Me: *manages to stay polite*
Lady: *just pays for everything else and then storms off in a huff, leaving the milk*
Me: *is manning the off-license*
Man: *comes in* "Could you watch my dog for a few minutes while I go get cigarettes?"
Me: "I'm not actually allowed to do that, sir."
Man: *leaves dog anyway before I can explain*
Me: "...right."
Man: *returns*
Me: *tries to explain why the dog is supposed to stay in the hall*
Man: *gets mad at me because apparently it's my fault that his dog isn't allowed inside and then gives me some sanctimonious bullcrap about how he's such a loyal customer that he's going to forget about me "lecturing" him because I am only an ignorant girl and I don't know what I'm talking about*
Holy mother of sandwiches. People suck. So much.
Oh, and by the way. Dear under-20-year-olds, BRING YOUR SODDING ID-CARDS!
Me: *phones colleague to try and fix the problem*
Lady customer: *gets mad at me because apparently it's my fault that the can has no label*
Me: *manages to stay polite*
Lady: *just pays for everything else and then storms off in a huff, leaving the milk*
Me: *is manning the off-license*
Man: *comes in* "Could you watch my dog for a few minutes while I go get cigarettes?"
Me: "I'm not actually allowed to do that, sir."
Man: *leaves dog anyway before I can explain*
Me: "...right."
Man: *returns*
Me: *tries to explain why the dog is supposed to stay in the hall*
Man: *gets mad at me because apparently it's my fault that his dog isn't allowed inside and then gives me some sanctimonious bullcrap about how he's such a loyal customer that he's going to forget about me "lecturing" him because I am only an ignorant girl and I don't know what I'm talking about*
Holy mother of sandwiches. People suck. So much.
Oh, and by the way. Dear under-20-year-olds, BRING YOUR SODDING ID-CARDS!