Editor's Note: Heads up RHUers, few tales make you want to commit murder while crying your eyes out. This is one such tale. :(
I used to work in a store as a cashier. This was before self checkout lanes were a big thing. So I am working the high speed 10 items or less lane when a boy around 12 comes up with a fighting fish. This fish was beautiful. It had the perfect shade of purple body and blue tip fins. So I ring it up. Comes to $5 (I think a it was just less than $5 like $4.98 or something, it was 7-8 years ago).
Now the boy puts $2 in quarters down on the table. I tell him its not enough. that he need the price on the register. Gives me the puppy eyes, I'm just a kid routine. no dice. I tell him I will keep the fish until the end of my shift then it goes back with the go backs. Full disclosure, I had no intention of putting that fish back on the shelf, once my shift was over (less than 20 minutes at this point) I was buying him and bringing him home. I had 2 other Fighting fish (NOT IN THE SAME TANK) and this guy was beautiful. I had named him Fuchsia, because that was the pink/purple/blue that he was.
Now here comes the sad part. The boy comes back with what I believe was his mother. I say I believe because I really hope that he was not living with this mental case.
$Her "I want the fish, why did not not sell him the fish"
$Me -I explain the cost of the fish, and that he did not have enough.
$Her "You have no soul, you should have just sold it to him for $2."
$Me -against store policy
$Her "Here is you money now give me the fish!!" drops random amount of coins on counter.
$Me -sadly rings up fish, counts out money, they have enough, hands over fish, change and receipt.
$Her -Takes fish, looks at me right in the eyes, opens cup lid, dumps the water and fish on floor, then stomps on it.
$Her -"Now no one has it!" She drags her shocked little boy out the door.
I died a little inside, since now I had to close my lane and clean up my could have been Fuchsia and explain what happen to the manager on duty since the crazy lady called back to complain about me.
Just an update, this happened 7-8 Years ago. No -The woman was never arrested, I never saw her again in the store or anywhere else. I had to guard the spill until a maintenance worker showed up. I was not able to bury the body since removing it from store grounds was "stealing".