Once I was shopping with my dad at Shoprite (If you don’t know Shoprite, it’s basically a shopmart like Target, Checkers, Walmart etc.). We had gotten some things and stood in line behind a middle-aged man, who was standing behind another customer.Once the I am his voice he is my heart autism shirt Furthermore, I will do this lady in the front of line got her things billed, and had paid for them, the man in front of us walked to the checkout counter where the nice lady behind the counter greeted him politely with “Good afternoon”. He didn’t reply to her, and grumbled something none of us could hear.After the lady was finished billing his things, she asked if he’d like a plastic bag to carry his things, which would cost an extra 2 kwacha (kwacha is the currency in my country, Zambia, 2 kwacha is 11 cents). Just then he started screaming at the nice lady, saying that he spent over 500 kwacha (26.86 dollars as of today) and that he should get a free plastic bag, but the lady refused and calmly told him he’d have to pay. My dad said in a calm, yet strict, tone that these were the rules of the place. Surprisingly, the man CALMLY told my dad to not intervene and he demanded to speak to the manager. The manager came and settled things with him; in the end he ended up paying for two plastic bags with a sour face.Afterwards, the nice checkout lady at the counter was sanitizing the counter, when the man once more yelled at her saying that he was actually allergic to the spray! Mind you, he turned around HALFWAY while exiting the store to yell at her about the spray. The poor counter lady was about to burst into tears, when somebody yelled at the jerk to get out. Soon everybody chimed in, and he left in a hurry.Everyone in the line felt horrible for this woman who was in tears by the time her transaction was done. This guy was a big, angry guy, so I admit, nobody wanted to take him on. I wanted to say something so badly, but I didn’t. We all should have just told this guy to STFU.I can’t believe there are such rude people these days. Guys, please don’t be rude to people in the service industry. They work hard for you, and they are humans, too.
I was a cashier at a hardware store. We sold screws, nuts, bolts, etc. by the I am his voice he is my heart autism shirt Furthermore, I will do this piece. There were pencils tied to the shelves, with plenty of signs telling people to write down the quantity and price of each item. A guy came up to the counter with a basket filled with little bags of fasteners, none of them marked with quantities or prices. That meant I had to count them and look up the prices for them. It was over $60 total, for items that cost 5–50 cents each. After a couple minutes, the line was quickly growing. I handed everything back to him and told him he had to price them. Months later, I ended up behind him in the DMV line at AAA. It takes me less than 5 minutes to get a vehicle registered at AAA, which is what this guy was doing. But it didn’t take him a few minutes. He got to the counter and started yelling at the cashier there. There were several cashiers, and the few people between him and me, 4 or 5 people total, all finished their transactions, then it was my turn, I finished my transaction about 15 minutes after he got the the counter. When I walked out, he was still giving the cashier a hard time. I think maybe he’s just generally a dick. His brother also shopped at the hardware store and I was a bit stunned when I found out they were related because the brother was completely opposite.Several years ago, I was at the end of a long checkout line in a small local grocery store on a Friday afternoon, in a hurry, as were most of the other patrons. We waited and waited in a line that wasn’t moving, until finally I stepped out of line to see what was the holdup.At the checkout counter at the front of the line was a little, OLD lady, digging in the bottom of her purse, becoming more and more embarrassed and flustered every moment. She was TEN CENTS short of the total for the groceries she was buying. I said, ten cents? Here’s a dime, don’t even worry about it! It’s not a big deal, happy to do it.She was so thankful, and the line got moving again. Her husband approached me a few minutes later to repay me—he’d been in another part of the store; he was also thankful, way out of proportion to the actual deed.