So, a little backstory. My previous retail job was in a UK cheap clothing store. Now, instead of plastic, we used these grocery-style paper bags that are completely awful. They break so often that I'd double-bag pretty much every other purchase.
Now, this one day, a woman came up to my till with about ~£140 worth of clothes. Big joy. I tried to get through these as quickly as possible, especially since I was hot and tired, (our air con didn't work) but this wasn't fast enough for Impatient Lady (IL).
IL: "Can't you hurry up?"
Me: "I'm sorry, I'm going as fast as I can."
She begins huffing, tapping her foot, checking her watch, all the charming quirks of a person who thinks their time is more important than it is. Now, all this time, I'm scanning things through, folding them properly, and removing the coat hangers to endure the bag doesn't tear.
IL:"Look, I'm in a hurry, just chuck them in the bag on the hanger."
I finish scanning and bagging up her stuff, and lift it onto the counter.
Me: "Okay, all done. Do you want me to double bag this? Our bags can b-"
IL snatches the bag out of my hands before I have a chance to finish.
IL: "Why would I want that? Stop trying to waste my time, and let me pay."
I simply shrug and tell her the total. She pays and stomps out, and I catch her muttering something about incompetent teenagers.
Now, we have these large glass double doors where we can see the road outside and most customers leaving. I follow IL as she leaves the store, and as she starts to cross the road, I see a coat hanger break through the side of the bag, and tear the bag right open.
All of her stuff falls out onto the road, and I watch her as she hurriedly scrabbles around on the pavement trying to grab it all together.
I probably should feel kind of bad, but I'm sorry, if you want to be rude and ignore me trying to help you then I'm not going to be shedding many tears when it bites you in the arse.