The other day, a woman came in on first shift with four packs of cigarettes. She’d come from the little Casino, and it’s fairly obvious she’s just lost her money. She storms up and points at Foofy, saying she wants to speak to her.
DumbBitch: YOU! I need to return these! I got them here last night, and they’re the wrong ones, so give me back my money!
Foofy looks at them. Two of the packs are ours, yes, but the other two have a tax stamp from the neighboring state.
Foofy: Well, ma’am, I can get these refunded for you, but you didn’t get these two here.
DumbBitch: YES I did! I got them right in that drive thru! I got them last night, and that boy was very rude to me!
Now, keep in mind, RHU, out of nearly 40 people at my store, 6 are men and half of them are on third shift. So, because she said it was a dude who waited on her, it’s easy to tell if she’s lying or not.
Foofy: What’d he look like?
DumbBitch: Uh… glasses… curly hair… he was wearing a long sleeve shirt under his uniform. His name was, uh…
DumbBitch: YES! That was it!
Foofy: Well, ma’am, I hate to say this, but [Asshole] quit three weeks ago.
DumbBitch: GET ME YOUR MANAGER!
Wild!Woman gave Foofy a look, and Foofy laughed and walked off to get the manager, who was already having a bad day. The manager comes out and asks the same questions Foofy just asked, and the dumb bitch even described Asshole again, despite being told he wasn’t there anymore.
Manager: Okay. I’ll go watch the cameras.
Manager: Ma’am, I didn’t see you on the cameras last night buying these.
DumbBitch: W-well, it might have been yesterday evening, but-
Manager: I’m going to refund these two packs for you to shut you up, but the next time I catch you in my store, I’m going to ask you to leave. Understand?
The lady stormed out, cussing up a storm and my manager was in a fantastic mood the rest of the day.
This is why I haven’t gotten fired for being a jerk to rude customers… the manager is the same way!
--Terah The Gas Slave