I spent a decade working for a local grocery store chain. I have to admit that the store I worked for really wasn't too bad, the only thing that really sucked about it was the pay. My custys and co-workers (I refuse to say associates) were mostly pretty good.
At one point I got a second job, which overlapped the grocery job. Eventually, I knew I had to give my notice because the 2 jobs were conflicting with each other.
A few weeks before I was planning to give my notice, I had to work a 5-10 shift. I got there late because I was stuck at my other job, but it wasn't a problem. As soon as I got there, my manager needed to go out to supper, so he asked me to hold the fort down.
During this time, I was paged to the front desk to take care of a custy. Run of the mill problem, easily taken care of. While I was up there, I got a page to go to the seafood counter, because a custy was pissed that the new clerk back there couldn't find the shrimp he wanted in the back freezer. I told the seafood guy that I will be back there as soon as I was done with the first custy.
Once I was done with that first custy, I start making my way back to seafood. In the aisle on the way there, the pissed seafood custy stopped me and asked what took so long. I told him that I was taking care of another custy.
He told me that I should have been quicker. Then he goes on about how the kid back there doesn't know what he is doing, and I reply that it was his third day back there by himself, and we just need to be a little patient with him. Once I get to the seafood counter, I ask him what he needed, and I go back to the freezer for the shrimp he wanted. The shrimp were buried behind a pallet of freight, so it took me a few minute to dig it out. I bring back the bag of shrimp he wanted, and now he's now bitching about how long I took in the freezer. I explained to him about the pallet in the way and so on.
I have been biting my tongue in the worst way all along, even though I know I can afford to quit this job, but I stayed cool. I place the shrimp on the scale to weigh, and now this guy is bitching about how much ice is in the bag, and that he doesn't want to pay for the ice. I have now hit my limit. I take the bag of shrimp, throw it on the counter and say, "F*CK THIS! I HAVE BEEN PUTTING UP WITH BULLSH*T FROM A$$HOLES LIKE YOU FOR THE LAST TEN YEARS AND I DON'T HAVE TO ANYMORE! SO F*CK THIS, I QUIT!" The look on the newbies face was priceless, I bet this wasn't covered in his training.
The custy was shocked because I guess he finally found somebody that wouldn't cater to his bullying. I storm out of the seafood department, and as I was walking away, I point to custy, and yell to him "OH...AND BY THE WAY, F*CK YOU!!!"
I get to the front of the store, and the people up there knew something wasn't right by the look on my face. So I said to them, "I'm quitting. I just said F-U to a customer so I'm going to head out." The front end people were upset that I was leaving, but I knew my time had come. There were even 2 custys there that knew me and saw what was going on and didn't want me to leave. I clocked out and tossed my keys into the safe.
But the story doesn't end there. During this whole episode, I knew that this guy looked familiar, with his green polo shirt and khaki pants. About 3 weeks after this happened, I was watching the local news, and saw him on a commercial for a local recycling plant. I was unable to watch the local new for the next 2 years because he was on everyday.
I apologize for being so long winded, but I can say I got to do what millions of retail employees have always dreamed of doing.