I work at a private gas station, and I've got a story I'd like to share.
This was about a month ago, on a Monday.
Just started my shift, 2:00pm. Guy pulls up to pump 1, I'm sweeping (I'm the only guy that sweeps actively, the other three guys maybe do it once a shift. Anyways.), whatever. I see him walking up to the door, so I go behind the counter. C=customer, Me=you guessed it
C: Hey pump 1 leaked on my hands, you need to go check it.
Me: Thanks for letting me know, our bathroom is right over there if you'd like to wash your hands!
C: Well you don't have to be so smart about it. [Walking to bathroom]
Oh boy, I'm in trouble!
Me: Pardon me?
C: You know, I squeezed that handle and that gas got all over my hand. I pumped eighteen cents, I'd better get a refund.
I'd like to pause to mention my boss was in the entire time this happened. With his door open, and this guy wasn't taught "inside voices" before he dropped out of kindergarten.
So C goes into the bathroom and washes his hands (didn't trash it, I was shocked). Back to business.
Me: Sir, I'm sorry you got gas on your hands, and I'm sorry I can't give you a refund for the eighteen cents. Is there anything else I can do for you today?
So satisfied customer number one leaves the store, I take a deep breath, and go back to sweeping.
About ten minutes later, I'm doing some paperwork, when the coworker I had just relieved comes in, and walks up to the counter.
CW: So what was that about?
Holy sh- that alcohol breath
Me: what was what about?
CW: the guy that spilled gas on his hands.
How the f-
Me: He spilled gas on his hands, I apologized for the inconvenience, and told him because it was gas we couldn't give him a refund (a store policy, not sure if it's normal) because it was gas.
CW: No, that's not what happened.
Mu' fu' say what?
CW: he told me that you were being rude to him when he asked where the bathroom was, and he said he spilled gas and you said you'd have to charge him for spilled gas.
What the actual f-
At this point, two customers had been in the store, both just wandering and listening.
I also decided to cut him off.
Me: then why did he demand an eighteen cent refund? And where do you get off, coming here (from the bar literally seventy yards from the station) when it's not even your shift telling me about something you weren't even here to witness.
After that, even he'd try to say something, I'd say "you weren't here", ad nauseum. After fifteen seconds of this I point and tell him to "get the f- out". He stormed out and then the customers came up.
C2: the heck was that about?
Me: drunk coworker arguing for a dumb customer. (I'd had it, No Holds Barred).
C2: been there.
Customer three said zilch, and the only words I heard from my boss were "See you at nine".
Aaand that's my story, I hope you enjoyed.