Hoo boy, I was one moment away from calling for a manager on Saturday: my first ever complaint...
Friday was payday. Friday was also grocery day. Saturday is "small chores day." Aka, shopping around for the bajillion other things besides groceries.
Saturday, Mom, Dad and I approach a Big Box Store. Mom is pushing the cart. As we near the doors, an employee is talking loudly to some other employee. We pass through the first set of doors, walk through the foyer and approach the second set of doors. The employee deliberately steps in front of us, blocking the door, while still talking loudly, her back half turned.
And no, she wasn't being oblivious. There was no mistaking what she did. You know that exaggeratedly large step some people make to plant themselves RIGHT in front of you? She took TWO of those from her starting point, and stopped dead in front of mom's cart, so that there was no way to go around her without banging into her ass.
My eyebrow quirks, but I say clearly, "Excuse us, please."
"BLAH BLAH BLAH!" Loudly to the other employee. Her back is still deliberately half turned, she talks loudly and right over the "...us, please."
I give her two heartbeats, but she's still talking and still in the way. People are behind us, wanting to get in.
She shuts up, and slowly turns around and looks me dead in the eye. Her expression says she's just LOOKING for trouble. She's got the look on her face that Crustys do when you know they want an excuse to start shit. Slowly she scowls at me. She's looking... hunting for any belligerent crusty behavior on my part so she can defend herself.
I favor her with a slow blink and keep my expression calm. Hello bitch. You made a mistake turning around. I see your name tag. I have your name. I will find a manager. I will complain to whoever I need to complain to. You can move, or I will make whatever calls are necessary.
She stares me in the eyes for five full seconds, then she turns and gets out of the way. A veritable crowd of people follows us in, having been blocked by this bitch.
Mom: "She looked like she was about to deck you."
Me: "She was looking for a fight, and I was about to call a manager."
Whatever bee got in her bonnet, I hope she either got over it, or else picked a fight with the wrong person and got fired.