So I’m the person that works at a body shop (ft) and a gas station (pt). I’ve submitted a few times, but I can’t believe I haven’t told y'all once of my favorite “fuck customers” moment.
I was just learning how to close at the gas station. We closed at 10pm–it was about 9:45. This woman–a regular–comes in with her two small children. All 3 are coughing, sneezing, complaining about not feeling well, and touching EVERYTHING, so I’m already annoyed.
The woman comes up to the counter to buy cigarettes, leaving her two children to wander. I complete the transaction, and as soon as she turns her back, sanitize my hands. My coworker is in the kitchen, in a separate room behind the counter. We’re giving each other a look, waiting impatiently for this woman to leave, when I hear a small child say, “I don’t feel so well,” followed by the unmistakable sound of puking.
I can’t see the family from where I’m standing in disbelief, but the woman immediately comes up to the counter and fucking LAUGHS. Her kid just puked on my floor 15 minutes before close, and does she offer to clean it up? Or apologize? Nope. She laughs as she’s telling me about it and then hustles her kids out of there.