I hope this spawns more shaming...Restaurant Shaming...Hotel Shaming.. Department Store Shaming....will "customer shaming" make people stop acting like rude, entitled pigs? Probably not. But we can all have a good laugh at their ridiculousness!
From Business Insider: We all know that space is cramped on airplanes, but that doesn't mean that it's acceptable to put your feet on someone else's headrest, sprawl across a row of seats when they're already occupied, or walk around the cabin barefoot.
The site posts "photos of a**holes taken by anonymous flight attendants & passengers from all over the world." These images capture behavior that is barely acceptable in your own home — let alone in a public airplane. Below are some of the more egregious offenders (via Yahoo Travel).
It's never acceptable to take your shirt off on a plane.
Oh I yearn for the day I can afford a maid. Or even an apartment with a mechanical dishwasher. Cuz really that's 80% of the battle.
My parents have one however, and she's kind of a jerk. She'll change what time she's coming at the last minute and then everyone is in the house while she's cleaning and she gets pissed at us for being in the way.
Dude. Come when we expect you and have made arrangements to be scarce. Not four hours later when all of us have returned and want to get some work done, read, watch tv.
But I hear you on payment. I can totally just picture you standing there expectantly.
"Oh," says your client, "I forgot to get cash... I'll get you next time."
"Oh," says you, "I forgot to poor this dirty water on your linoleum and empty this vacuum cleaner bag on your carpet and take a shit in your bathtub. Go get some cash now, thanks."
I always ask for reusable bags if I can see that the custy has them in their cart. However, there is signage posted at the end of my cash - bright yellow sign with black letters, can't miss it - saying to place the bags first on the belt, unpack your Greenboxes (these bins that we also sell) and leave all enormously heavy things in the cart.
Yet... If they ignore me, then it's plastic for them and I refuse to repack the ones done before they hand over their bags.
I am a damn good packer. Even those plastic bags will stand up and are packed efficiently.
I have had custys bitch at me about how their bags get packed while they come over to my self scan and proceed to put a can on top of their chips, thinking nothing will happen.
Sigh. Even the stupidest of my coworkers wouldn't do that, and I've supervised most of them during their training shifts.
--Self Scan Queen
I worked at a large department store and one night someone ran in just a minute before we locked the doors with the promise of "I know just what I need!"
Ten minutes later, I find the jerk wandering about.
When I ask if he's found what he needs he responds, "Oh, I'm just looking...."
I paused just a moment (Must... control.... fist... of... death...) and say calmly, "In exactly ten seconds I plan on locking that door. If you are still in the store when I do, I shall call the police. Then, I will go home and let you explain to them why you are still here."
He left before I could lock the door.
This is MuSicko. Apologies in advance, this is a long one...
I'd like to rant about customers who just ignore what I say, or are heinously unobservant. I'm a cashier and barista at a bakery-cafe, and I actually love my job. But I gotta let off some steam...
Valued Cuntstomers, just because I'm loosely following a script doesn't mean you get to shut off your brain. I'm just trying to help you get the best experience, I really am.
Me: "Is that for here or to go?"
Me: "HOPEFULLY IT'S 'TO GO' SO I DON'T HAVE TO LOOK AT YOUR STUPID FACE, DIPSHIT. I mean uh, did you say that was to go?"
Me: "Would you like chips, apple, or bread as your included side?"
Idiot: "Can I have a salad instead?"
Me: "BITCH OMG REALLY. DID I SAY YOU COULD HAVE A DAMN SALAD. I mean, ahem, sorry sir those cost extra, and are entrees. Therefore, you still get to pick chips apple or bread."
Idiot: "No, can I get a box instead?"
Me: "OPEN YOUR EARS FUCKWIT. I mean, yes you sure can!"
Me: "Hi! How ar..."
Idiot: "Lemonade. No ice this time for goodness sake."
Me: UM WOW YOU SHOULD SAY HI BACK TO ME UNLESS YOU ARE AN ALIEN WHO NEVER LEARNED HUMAN SOCIAL NORMS. Oops, meant to say, will that be all?"
Me: "Would you like a drink with that?"
Me: "Okay! Your total is $x.xx"
Idiot: *after everything is rung up* "Hey, you didn't give me a drink cup."
Me: "HEY YOU DIDN'T GIVE ME A BLOWJOB BUT CONSIDERING I NEVER ASKED, I CAN'T REALLY GET MAD ABOUT IT, DUMBASS. Er, I mean let's ring you up again, so sorry."
Me: "Would you like me to slice that thick or thin?"
Idiot: "I want the rye bread on the second shelf."
Me: "Yes ma'am. Thick or thin rye?"
Idiot: "It's the rye one that's second to left."
Me: "You betcha! How shall I cut it for you, thick or thin?"
Idiot: "Are you even listening? It's the rye, third from the right, second shelf."
Me: WOULD YOU LIKE YOUR BODY SLICED THICK OR THIN? NOBODY WILL EVER FIND THE PIECES HAHAHA I mean, um, how about I slice the rye thin."
Me: "Would you like cream cheese or butter with your bagel?"
Me: "Okay, here is your bagel!" :D
Idiot: "This is supposed to come with cream cheese."
Me: "YOU HAD YOUR CHANCE. NO CREAM CHEESE FOR YOU. PLEASE DIE IN A FIRE. I mean, sorry about that, I'll ring you right up!"
Idiot: *snottily* Where's my soy vanilla cappuccino?
Me: "OH I'M SORRY I WAS JUST DOING THIS BECAUSE THE FOAM AROUSES ME. I'M NOT IN THE MIDDLE OF MAKING IT OR ANYTHING YOU IMPATIENT BITCH. I mean, here you go!" :D
I think it's time for a pleasant story now.
Dude: *on phone* "Yeah bro it was sweet can I get a bagel with butter and she goes yeah man one medium soda and dude it was awesome. Can't believe you missed it. Anyways blah blah blah..."
Me: "Uh... I'm sorry I don't think I caught that. What kind of bagel?"
Dude: "So bro she goes like plain bagel and I'm like whoa sorry anyway blah blah blah..."
Me "...for here? To go?"
Dude: *hands me cash and wanders off blabbing*
Me: *sighs, gets his bagel to go*
Some time later, he is hovering in my peripheral vision trying to get my attention while I'm with another customer. Usually this body language means they want to complain, demand extra napkins that are RIGHT BEHIND THEM, etc. I'm annoyed at him already for rudely being on the phone during his transaction, and also for hovering like a mosquito in my space. Once I finish with my current custy, I turn to him without my usual smile and snap, "Can I HELP you sir?"
He looks at his toes and says, "Yeah I just wanted to apologize for my behavior. It wasn't cool for me to be on the phone... I'm really sorry."
I could've kissed him right then, it was so sweet of him to actually recognize his rudeness and correct it. I also felt sheepish for snapping. I told him that I really appreciated that, and now he's one of my favorite regulars.
Thanks for letting me rant! I feel better now.
This story was originally posted on March 24, 2010
I used to work for a bookstore that recently went into receivership because certain people in Higher Management managed to screw everyone over, but that’s another story and a much longer one.
A few years ago I was working in the exclusive children’s bookstore of the various chains of this bookstore. As we were so small, there are only four of us working there, including the Manager, so it was completely normal for only one of us to open, one of us to close. This happened on one of those days when I was all by myself, trying to close.
This mum and little boy arrived about six in the afternoon. We don’t close until seven so that’s over an hour for them to find their purchase, and go away but the mum seemed to have another idea.
We do allow customers to read through the books, pick a little corner and have a little story-time before leaving. Some of them actually buy the book or another one, others just use us as a temporary crèche. This woman seemed to believe that we had not only become a little place for her to leave her kid, but also a library.
So, they arrive at six. Mum finds a comfortable spot on the floor for her kid. We have this Thomas the Tank Engine Water Drawing Mat to keep the kid occupied and she encourages the kid to have some fun with that.
Then, without first checking that I would be all right with it, she gives the kid a peck on the cheek and leaves the store.
Now, we are one store on the top floor of a large shopping centre. There is an Internet Café just outside of our door so sometimes the parents do leave the kids with us and go out and use the internet. We don’t like it. We tell the customers that they have to get their asses back inside the store (nicely of course) as we are not paid to watch their kids.
No one else is in the store, so I can keep an eye on the kid. I should call security on her but we’ve done that before and ended up being screamed at by the parents for ‘daring to interrupt their precious time to shop’.
But I’m alone and new, so I just bite my lip and watch the kid. He’s extremely well behaved and keeps himself amused for the next thirty minutes before mum arrives with various shopping bags that informs me that not only has she left the floor the shop is on, but has gone outside to some of the ones out on the main street.
Again, I leave the situation alone. It’s only me, I’m tired and I get to go home in half an hour. I decide to let her go on her business and hope that she just leaves soon.
She picks up a few picture books, sits next to her kid and starts to read. Other than every now and then checking on them, I go about the few things I need to do, mostly straightening and making the store look all clean and pretty for tomorrow morning.
Finally it gets to five to seven. I do one last check around the store before approaching the woman and telling her that we are closing.
I notice that she’s gathered quite a pile of picture books around her, but that should only take a few moments to put away. It’s all good.
I leave them alone before realizing that it’s now seven. The shop should technically be closed and as I move to close one half of the French doors, a man comes running in. I tell him that we are closed and he points to the woman and the kid, explaining to me that they are his wife and child. Fine. He’ll undoubtedly just want a quick chat with her and then all three will leave.
No such luck.
Three minutes later I realize that he has now sat down and is joining in reading to the kid. Both of them have surrounded all of their shopping bags around them and they’re looking quite comfortable.
I’m getting annoyed. I want to go home and we don’t get paid overtime. Once seven o’clock strikes, I’m no longer paid. I’m losing my own precious ‘free time’ from retail.
Both of them nod at me and then turn back to their reading.
Two can play at this game.
As it’s winter time, and we’re on the top floor with a glass ceiling, when the lights are off it’s nearly impossible to move around without bumping into something. Unless you know the layout. Now I’m not that mean to turn off all the lights (I don’t want to be sued when one of them trips over something), but I turn off the ones directly over them and only leave the one over the cash desk, the entrance and the backroom’s door.
A clear sign that we’re closed.
Those custy’s take half an hour to get out of the store. I have gone to them repeatedly, nearly every five minutes, to tell them to go. But they just nod their head and then go back to what they are doing.
I end up going right into the little space they’ve created around them, pick up all the books that they have discarded as read, put it in a pile away from them and then tell them to leave or else I’m calling security.
I end up having to go over the cash desk, ring up security and in a very loud voice over the phone tell them that I am having a few problems with customers.
The fact that I’m actually calling security on them finally gets them leaving. They gather all of their belongings, and then decide to give me a nod and a smile while they are leaving. They spoke perfect English, so it wasn’t as if they didn’t understand me, and then to go and act as if I haven’t been trying to get them to leave for the past half an hour…
I should have just pulled the book out of their hands and physically removed them myself, but that would have probably ended up the shop being sued and me being fired. And all because some customers have decided that we’re a crèche, library and open for the hours that suit them.