We used to have a worker who came from an entitled family. Everyone knows at least one person from these kinds of families. They think they have money (they don't) and that they're better than everyone else (they are not).
Well, this worker of ours always came into work late, played with his phone, wore the wrong kind of uniform. Every now and then, for certain promotions, we get shirts that promote the new product we're selling. A few months before the incident I am about to tell, we had gotten a long sleeved blue shirt advertising our new popcorn chicken. We had since stopped selling them, so we no longer allowed the crew to wear them.
This worker, who we will call Arnold for the sake of this story, knew that he was not allowed to wear it and was told on multiple occasions of this fact.
One day Arnold came into work, and started working on some detail cleaning tasks we needed done. I noticed that he was wearing the wrong shirt (the popcorn chicken shirt instead of the normal work shirt) and commented on it.
He claimed that his regular shirt was in the wash. I informed him that he was being written up, as he is not in proper uniform, and he shrugged and said, "Okay, whatever."
I also told him I wanted the shirt at the end of his shift, so there would be no further issues with him wearing the wrong shirt. He came in with a different shirt on, so this was possible. I wrote him up, and he asked for a copy of his write up.
A bit odd, as people usually don't ask for them, but I obliged, as nothing I did on my end was wrong, and hey, why not?
Ten minutes later, Arnold is in the back, "working" on dishes. Another worker is pulled aside by a random customer, and then comes up to me to tell me that the random customer is Arnold's father, and that he would like to see him.
Sure, it's not too busy. I call Arnold up and to my surprise, Arnold is in his street clothes and sandals, carrying his work uniform and silently walks past me and out the store.
The father watches Arnold walk out, turns to me and starts absolutely screaming at me about how could I treat his son like that. Bellowing how we are low life people who pay shit for money, $1 an hour or something like that.
For ten minutes this guy flipped out on us. Screaming, hollering on about how Arnold was told that he could wear that shirt for as long as he wanted by the Store Manager and how bad we treat him. Yelling at him and how I was a low life who pays him shit for money, and I was a low life, and low life, and we would be hearing from his lawyer in the morning. And how DARE WE TREAT HIS SON LIKE THAT!!! LOW LIFE!!
After this all happened and the guy left, I just turned to everyone and laughed.
My guess is Poor Old Arnold, after a day of constantly being told "get off your phone" to the point where we take the phone away (He cried that it's HIS phone and HE PAYS FOR IT! Yeah, suck it up, it's being taken away from you temporarily and you can get it back at the end of your shift. That's what happens when you don't follow rules.) and coming in late, and not doing his job, he would go home to cry to Daddy Dearest about how we were horrible to him and treat him like the scum of the Earth, but we were really just getting him to work his job.
He had signed a sheet of paper at the beginning of his employment with us that he understood that he could not work without a proper full uniform on. He was not allowed on his phone, and any emergencies would have to be through the work phone (or just ask a Manager, we usually don't care) and that he had to be on time every day.
So even if we did hear from his lawyer, which we didn't of course, his lawyer couldn't do anything because we had documentation that he signed. If the lawyer had called, I would have told him right off the bat: "The day Arnold walked out, he was wearing the wrong uniform, and used his phone to contact his father without any permission from management," and the lawyer would have thanked me for our time and nothing would have happened.
He was the laughing stock of the store for the next six months, how he had Daddy Dearest quit for him.
Oh, and the Store Manager never said he could wear that shirt.