Day Three Hundred and Fifty Eight: Feisty

I called out a customer on his rudeness the other night.

Maybe it’s because I’m pretty much done with this job or maybe it was because he caught me in a bad mood, but when I did it I didn’t even care.

This asshole comes swaggering in with his ‘I am secretly looking at your boobs while ordering’ game and starts his thing. I get his ice cream and go to ring him up. He makes a comment about how his cone, which has three freaking scoops in it, is a little small compared to when a coworker of mine made it for him. I give him the usual “well this is our proper scoops size” shpeal…and he keeps pressing. I finally snap and say “I’ve worked here the longest, so that was their mistake, not mine. Have a nice life.”

And he pulled the most annoying comment out of his ass ever  “Aww, c’mon, I was just joking…”

You realize that unless I laugh at you, it wasn’t a joke. It might have been an attempt at a joke, but it wasn’t a joke. And you’re still a jerk, regardless. So I say “You try working in retail and dealing with people’s attitude and see how it feels.”

“I didn’t have an attitude, I was joking!”

I didn’t say “F*ck you” but I think my eyes did. He kept hanging around doing the apologize-not-really-apologizing dance where he tries to get me to admit that I’m wrong when he is clearly wrong. And then he starts asking me personal details about my life. How long have I worked here? Do I go to school? How old am I?

By this time I’ve had enough of this asshole. So I just start ignoring him until he leaves.

I don’t know where people get off being rude and creepy. But I’m glad it was me and not one of my little coworkers who might not be able to tell him to ‘f*ck off.’

Challenge to my Readers:

There is a line in the sand and as soon as people cross it, you should let them know or they’ll walk all over you.