As I was working at the well known shoe store, man do I have a lot of stories from this place, I was in the back listening to music doing stock.
All of a sudden I hear this loud crash from the front. I go out to see what the problem is. I walk out and see a family (mom, dad, kids, grandma) and little fat ass kid sitting on the floor and my bench (mind you it's a large leather bench and has metal legs) sloped sideways. This little bastard broke the leg right off the bench!
My temper is starting to flare so I take the bench, flip it over and grab the toolbox to take the legs off. Mom says nothing and I ask my employee what the hell happened. She says as the family entered, little fatty piggy takes a damn running leap and slaps his fat ass right down, effectively snapping the leg right off.
The metal leg.
As I'm taking it apart, the mother is paying for the purchases and looks at me bending over with a screwdriver and says, "Sorry about your bench but I don't know if it was like that before."
Again before my smart ass brain can catch up to my mouth I say "Actually ma'am that bench was perfectly fine before your kid slammed into it. But thanks and have a great day."
The best part? Took three months to get new legs and they sent us the wrong ones! They sent us coffee table legs...hah! At least we got to have a nice bench in the back to relax on for a few months.