From Terah, when she worked in Gas Station Hell, posted to RHU, May, 2012:
This happened on Easter Sunday. At some point, my register stopped letting me preset Pump 2. I was by myself while my coworker was putting beer in the cooler and ShiftLeader1 was making pizzas, and as I am frantically trying to figure out how to get this damn pump to respond, a woman yells up at me, asking for price of beer.
Terah: I’m sorry, ma’am, I don’t know. You’ll have to let me scan it for you!
And I go back to what I was doing. ShiftLeader1 comes up as the woman announces to her friends what a ‘Rude Shit’ I am. Yeah, whatever. Maybe I’m rude, but I manage to can it in front of customers.
She comes up and goes to my Shift Leader, and asks if we have comment cards. ‘Because you have some VERY rude workers here and I’d like my opinion to be known!’
Shift Leader didn’t understand, and as I was waiting on another customer, having gotten my problem sorted out I said ‘Hi, what can I get’cha sir?’
Bitch: Oh, NOW she pretends to give a damn!
ShiftLeader1: Uh, what’s going on?
Terah: I didn’t know the price of this lady’s beer, so I guess she thinks I’m being rude?
And the bitch goes off!
Bitch: You ARE rude! I do THIS *hand motion* for a living!
Bitch: You were a bitch to at LEAST four people since I’ve been in here! (Let’s just ignore the fact, lady, that you’ve been in here for maybe 5 minutes) If I were to do this, I’d be fired! I can’t BELIEVE they’d let you get away with shit like this!
I could feel myself getting mad, but before I could open my mouth, the Shift Leader just said ‘Maybe you should go in the back for a few minutes’. So I went to walk off, yelling ‘Whatever, miss, you aren’t worth the energy to be mad at!’
Bitch: ‘Whatever!’ Oh, ‘WHATEVER!’ I PROBABLY FUCK THE OWNER OF THIS PLACE ALL THE TIME! YOU’RE GONNA BE LUCKY TO HAVE A JOB IN THE MORNING!
I wanted to scream ‘Then tell [Tribe Chief] that I said ‘Hi’ when you see him!’ but I didn’t. I just slammed the door as hard as I could. I went in the back and broke down in a fit of anger. I have… issues with my anger. I’ll be the first to tell you that, but I rarely let it show on the floor. Back there, my blood pressure shot so high that my face was red as an apple. If you could even distinguish my eyes from the rest of my face, you couldn’t tell what color they were.
And I blacked out for a good few minutes. Foofy said I was ranting the entire time, but I don’t remember. This ended with me dry heaving in the toilet.
The next day, when I came in, I went to ask the Bookkeeper if the lady had called in on me and told her the story. She seemed to think, though, that the lady might have meant our manager, and when I explained that this bitch had pretty much called herself a slut last night, she damn near fell off her chair laughing, screaming for the manager to tell her about it.
She never called in, but I would have taken a write up for it.