Once had someone approach me while I was being rung out at the electronics counter in Bullseye. He completely ignored the girl behind the counter, and asked me where something was.
Me, with my green camouflage military purse, ripped jeans, and black t-shirt with a bloody zombie spread across it.
I traded a wide-eyed look with the girl decked out in Bullseye red and khaki, prominently displaying her name tag, AS SHE WAS HANDING ME MY RECEIPT! I accepted my bags from her, smiled sweetly and advised him to ask the employee.
Customer: "I wasn't asking her. I was asking YOU."
He was ignoring the poor girl's attempt to interject the location.
Me: "Well, seeing as the ACTUAL EMPLOYEE has told you THREE TIMES that's it's on aisle 34, what the fuck do you want from me?"
My name apparently, to which I laughed at him and told him to report me to the manager all he wanted; he wasn't getting my name and good luck getting me in trouble for it.
I was still kind of shocked as I walked out to my car, though. I'm fairly sure that level of density hasn't been measured on any scale known to man before.