Welcome to a world where maturity takes a backseat and temper tantrums know no bounds. Yes, we’re diving headfirst into the realm of grown-ups behaving like unruly children, throwing fits that defy logic and leave us questioning the sanity of humanity itself. From grocery stores to office spaces, no place is safe from the wrath of these adult-sized temper tantrums.
I worked the front desk at a hotel a few years ago. A guest came to check in around 10 pm and asked if he could get a room with 2 beds (he booked 1 bed). I told him we were sold out of rooms with 2 beds. Before I could offer him anything else, he took the bowl of apples we had at the desk and threw it against the wall. Then he took his OWN laptop, threw it on the ground and started kicking it around the lobby. Security came out promptly and told him he needed to leave, which obviously prompted more screaming and kicking. Needless to say, he didn’t stay at the hotel that night.
When I was about ten, I misspoke and accidentally told my mom what I had gotten her for Christmas, on Christmas Eve. She screamed at me so much that she had no voice the next day, and she unwrapped all of my presents and threw them at me. Then she turned out all the lights and went to her room, leaving me sitting on the floor in the dark, covered in wrapping paper and presents. I still don’t exactly know what that was all about.
I think it has to be when the ancient supermarket across the way was closing because a new store had been built a mile away. They had this huge “everything must go sale.” I was scavenging for closeouts, as was everyone else.
At the checkout, a 60-something woman was angry that “YOU PEOPLE” didn’t have what she wanted. Then she proceeded to tell the cashier (in her 40s) she was “happy she was losing her job and she hoped she would become homeless.” At some point, she also called the cashier a “nincompoop.” The manager asked her to leave and she went on an incomprehensible tirade.
I just hope that old lady never walked into the new store because the entire staff of the old store worked there too… and I strongly suspect they will remember her.
On Christmas Eve a couple of years ago I suggested my family play a board game. First, we tried Scrabble. I turned the word PRAYING into SPRAYINGS and got something like 50 points. My brother got extremely upset and claimed that wasn’t a valid word. I googled it and it was indeed a word. He got pissed and pulled up the official Scrabble dictionary and lo and behold, “sprayings” wasn’t in it. I told him to just calm down since it was just a game, and he flipped the board over and got the letters all over the place. He then stormed off not to be seen again.
That same night, we tried to make up by playing Monopoly. My brother considered himself a Monopoly expert, whereas everyone else hadn’t ever played it. My sister was super unenthusiastic about the game and refused to ever trade properties with him just to be petty. My brother was progressively getting more and more pissed. My mom was completely siding with my sister which got him so upset he eventually flipped the board over again and got little plastic houses and cards and sh*t EVERYWHERE. He started screaming at my mom and telling her that she had failed parenting my sister because she “intervened too much when they were kids”. The argument ended with my dad bursting into tears- the first and only time I had ever seen him cry- and all of us just sitting in the living room in silence.
My brother was 28 at the time.
At Chik-Fil-A one day I saw this obese dude who must’ve been at least 40 slamming a tray on the counter repeatedly and yelling at the staff behind the counter because they didn’t have his favorite sauce. He started stomping from end to end screaming that he knew they had more in the back and he wasn’t f*cking leaving til he got his sauce. When the manager came out to ask him to leave this manchild legitimately sat on the floor and crossed his arms saying he wasn’t moving.
I got my food and left ASAP.
A woman lost her mind at the movie theater concession stand because they only sold Coca-Cola beverages. “BUT I ONLY DRINK PEPSI!!! I can’t believe you don’t have Pepsi!!! What kind of business is this???”. This went on for several minutes. Then she demanded to speak to the manager, and insisted that she be refunded her ticket price BECAUSE SHE NEVER WOULD HAVE BOUGHT IT IF SHE’D KNOWN THEY DIDN’T HAVE PEPSI!!!! The manager refused to give her a refund. Of course, she ends up in the same theater as me and my friends…. and she whines to her friend the entire time up to the movie start. THEN…. you know the bit they play before the previews where they promote the concessions???? Lol, a giant Coke bottle goes up on the screen and she must have felt personally taunted because she yells “F*ck Coke!!!!”. Someone walked out of the theater and returned with an usher and the manager and she was escorted out, with her friend scurrying behind them. She had to have been in her 50s. Completely crazy.
I was at work and a coworker couldn’t find their phone and it kept ringing. He had this annoying ringtone of him singing a song in A Capella. The phone just kept ringing and that combined with some other stuff that day drove him over the edge. He ended up punching a hole in the office wall and went away for about 10 weeks.
When I was 16, I worked at McDonalds. This was in the days of Beanie Babies. A woman came in with her 2 small children. She ordered some happy meals and wanted a specific Beanie Baby. When she found out that we didn’t have it, she flipped out. She called us every name in the book, right in front of her little kids and everyone else’s kids. She was a real Meanie Baby.
I was at a restaurant with my uncle and cousins from far away. First time visiting with them in years. At the end of the dinner, one of my cousins snuck off and paid for everyone as a nice gesture.
My uncle got irate yelling and complaining that he wanted to pay his share because, and I sh*t you not, he has a movie ticket points Visa card and he was close to getting a free movie. He argued and told off our cousin loudly in the restaurant over a few free movie points. He would not drop it until he got our cousin to apologise to him for costing him movie points.
I don’t think those cousins are going to fly down again any time soon.
When I worked in retail. The woman that freaked out because I wouldn’t let her return a piece of chicken breast, originally from the meat department, dated several months prior to this interaction, that she had frozen, and did not have a receipt.
I love retail.
Emergency Medical Services. The woman who caused the accident was screaming that the driver of the other car was “faking it for the insurance payout” when we were loading him onto the stretcher. When the cop told her they were in a bad way, she threw herself on the ground and said, “Well, if he can do it, then I have neck pain too.” Meanwhile, we’re preemptively shaving this guy’s chest for the AED pads because he’s decompensating so quickly.
Her purse was laying in the road, so we ran it over when we did a U-turn to leave for the hospital.
Also: The guy ended up being okay but was probably in for a long recovery. Don’t text and drive, it’s always other people who have to pay the price for it.
I saw a very drunk woman throw a massive temper tantrum trying to board a flight at the airport.
She was slurring her words, only partially coherent, and she couldn’t even walk straight. The poor gate agent tried to break it to her gently, offered to get her some water while they waited for a medic and security, and assured her she could rebook her flight.
This spoiled brat was not having it. She started YELLING that she absolutely had to get on this plane and nothing could stop her. Tried multiple times to board the plane, and eventually had to be physically restrained.
Started getting belligerent and threatening the employees that she would get them all fired. One of the people attempting to help her was wearing a turban and she started saying that she’d get him deported. She demanded every employee’s first and last name (their full names were on their name tags but she apparently didn’t notice this) and when they gave her their full names she kept demanding it (she must be used to employees she abuses refusing to give their full names, I guess) insisting she was going to call corporate and get them all fired. The guy in the turban was so chill, he actually said “Do you need me to spell my name for you? I guarantee it’s going to be a waste of your time and the company’s time and nothing will come of it.”
When it became clear that she wasn’t going to get what she wanted, she called her father on her cell phone and started screaming very loudly that she was being abused and asking her Daddy to sue the airline and get all the employees fired.
“DO YOU KNOW WHO MY FATHER IS? THE ATTORNEY GENERAL OF NEW JERSEY.”
Security finally dragged her away at that point.
The funny thing is that I looked up the Attorney General of New Jersey at the time and he didn’t have any daughters.
Working on a local theatre project, the lead actress’ birthday was in the middle of the final week of rehearsals. We’re all packed into the theatre for hours on hour per day, but there’s still time to celebrate. We pass a card around and the director decides she’ll bake a cake.
When we take a break, someone brings the lead actress out on stage so we can cut the cake, sing Happy Birthday and give her the card. Everything is going well.
Then suddenly, there came a great screeching. The director was displeased.
Apparently, no one had asked her to sign the card. To be clear, she’d seen it being passed around, but no one had actively asked her, and she took that as an insult.
She slammed the cake to the floor right in front of the poor lead actress, screamed at us all for being so inconsiderate and stormed off. Happy birthday.
My ex-girlfriend started screaming and throwing clothes out of her closet because her family’s maid had placed them out of order and she couldn’t find a shirt. This was in Mexico City and I’m from Canada, so I was a bit shocked. I laughed my a** off and told her she was being ridiculous.
We were going to a Christmas party at a mutual friend’s house the next day, but I went over to his place to bake the cake I was bringing and hang out and play games. Her sister was there, too.
When I get there, his wife is in their living room, with her sister. The wife is sitting on the couch folding clothes, the sister is in an armchair holding her baby.
He picked up a present of hers, the new model of Kuerig she wanted, but hadn’t had time to wrap yet. It’s sitting in the living room, under a blanket, near the Christmas tree.
Their daughter, about 2 at the time, pulled the blanket off the Keurig. My buddy’s wife, who is a director-level employee for a ward at the hospital, throws the entire basket of folded clothes into the floor, dumps the rest of the clothes in her lap in the floor, and slides off the couch into the floor, in tears, because he bought the wrong color of Keurig.
She’s crying, yelling at him about how obviously doesn’t care about her because he didn’t get the right color. She should just divorce him because he can’t ever get anything right.
Over the color of a coffee maker.
My roommate Junior year literally got on the floor kicking and screaming because her ex wasn’t talking to her. Literal, actual temper tantrums. And her ex had verrrry good reasons not to talk to her. My other roommate came out very confused and asked if she could have her fit somewhere else because she had an exam the next day and needed to study. The temper-tantrum girl then proceeds to get up and storm out because we didn’t give her the attention that she sought. She was one of my closest friends but that friendship declined rapidly after that.
When I worked in retail at a place that sold phone accessories but not as a primary product (office supplies), this lady came in asking for a case for her iPhone 6, which was just released at the time. Because it was released maybe a week prior, we did not have any in stock and I told her so.
This grown-*ss woman stomped her foot, pouted and cried “But I want one!”. I said, “I’m….sorry? Maybe we’ll get some in stock soon. Let me ask a manager”. She pouted, stomped her foot again and said “BUT I NEED IT NOWWWW!”
I just walked away. First world problems, honey. First world problems.
My cousin lost a match at his MMA gym (it wasn’t an official one) and hurt his shoulder (was not even bruised) and he couldn’t open my front door quick enough so he punched the glass in and I got glass in my eye for Christmas.
Ages ago I worked at a post office for minimum wage. In the post office, there was a photocopy machine that clients can pay for to make photocopies before sending them in the mail. This was a service provided by a third party and we had signs saying as such. The provider even had a sign-up saying “Call this number if you have problems with this machine”.
The queue man coming in to mail something. He wanted photocopies. No problem, point to the machine across from me. He puts money in and starts copying. At some point, he starts cussing under his breath. He walks up to the counter and starts b*tching that the machine ate 5 cents. Yes, 5 pennies’ worth of money. One-twentieth of a dollar. Starts yelling and demanding the money back. There’s a number on the machine and I can’t just give him money from the business. Throws an absolute hissy fit. Keeps going on and on and refuses to call the number. He asks for a supervisor, no problem, I don’t make enough to deal with this. I call her over and she looks at me and goes “Can we give him the money back?” I say no. She looks back at the client “Sorry but we can’t give you the money back. Call the number”. He spends at least 20 minutes with the supervisor. He refuses to leave so I call security. Security shows up and literally the same thing “Did you call the number” and he still refused. They physically escorted him out and he was shouting at the store manager on the way out. 5 pennies and refused to dedicate even a minute to call the number on the machine he was complaining about while wasting almost an hour in the store.
I was waiting in line at a convenience store, and a woman at the cash wanted to buy cigarettes. The cashier wouldn’t get them until she showed her ID. The woman started freaking out refusing to show any ID, and saying she was old enough, and verbally attacking the cashier for doing their job. Finally, this woman just storms out saying “I’m never shopping here again.” Before I could stop myself, I ended up shouting back at her, “Good. That leaves more for decent human beings.” She turned and her face was bright red with an expression that looked like a combination of embarrassment and rage. The cashier had what I can only describe as a look of immense gratitude. I’m guessing they wanted to say something similar to this woman, but didn’t want to lose their jobs and was glad someone else said it.
I work at a major electronic retailer, and a few months ago, I answered the phone to a customer that told us his iPad was defective, and that he was going to bring it in, and demanded we give him the newest model we had. I asked him when he bought it, and he responded: “Black Friday in like 2015.” I laughed and told him it wasn’t happening. He started screaming at me, telling me about how he was going to “own my store and the company”, and then demanded to speak to my manager. I told my GM the situation, handed him the phone, and he told the guy the same thing I did and hung up on him.
The guy apparently tried the same stunt about 2 hours after I left. Not sure what he expected out of it.
One time when I was working my crappy fast food job, a coworker did not show so my boss had me call him. I left a message “Hi, this is Fluffy at sh*tty pizza. I was just calling because you are in the schedule today at 10 AM and the manager wanted me to check with you to see if you are just running late.”
His girlfriend called back (I answered) and kept screaming at me for “talking to her man”. It was the most insane thing ever.
There was this girl that was part of our friend group for a while in our early 20s; she was the definition of spoiled. Her parents were amazing – they were immigrants who had started a reasonably successful construction business, and her dad decided after a cancer scare that he needed to spend more time with his family/kids and make the most out of life. They took her on all these amazing vacations, and bought her a decent (new but middle-range) car, designer handbags and sunglasses – the whole 9 yards. They also put a pretty massive down payment on a house for her (probably covering about 50% of it so that her mortgage and other costs were less than her rent).
She calls me one day. Sobbing. She is upset because her parents, who pay for everything (while she spends her money from her full-time job on clothes, makeup, and partying) are MAKING HER dip into her savings on a lawyer to close the deal for the property they bought her. She is inconsolable – I have to try to explain to her that for most people, their first home will be their entire savings and that her parents have basically given her all these amazing things that other people don’t get. We hung up for a bit, and I guess she accidentally butt-dialled me when she was talking to her parents about it, and she was full-on yelling at them for daring to make her pay for a lawyer, telling them she hates them, that she never wants to see them again, and that they’re the most horrible people she’s ever met.
We had already started fading her from our friend group somewhat but it was a fairly quick downhill slope from there.
My mother-in-law (who we no longer talk to) has a meth problem and I’ve seen her throw tantrums about everything. She will throw an adult tantrum any time she doesn’t get her way. However, one of the best ones happened before I came into the family. I’m close to her sister (my husband’s aunt) and she told me about a family gathering where my MIL claimed to make “homemade cornbread” but in reality, she took a couple of bags of jiffy and added a couple of cups of sugar to it. Her sister told her it wasn’t “her recipe” it was from a bag and she started screaming in her face and following her everywhere yelling in her face…..about cornbread. She’s become absolutely unbearable on or off drugs and no one in her family (including us) currently has anything to do with her.
A girl hit my car with her car door at a gas station and thought I didn’t see. My car was black, hers was candy red. You could see her paint on my car – she opened it hard.
I waited for her to come back out and nicely asked if she would rather go through insurance or just give me cash for whatever touchup paint cost. I was prepared to call Honda, ask, and let her listen.
She was fairly young(I was 23, she was probably 18-19). I was trying to be nice by offering not to call what was probably her mom’s car and her mom’s insurance.
She blew up. Screaming that I was a f’ing liar trying to steal her money because I was a “greedy white m*therf*cker”(she was black, I’m sorry I had to include this detail but it stands out in my mind).
As multiple children walked by she continued to scream and curse. I asked her if she would calm down and look at the scratch to see that it was clearly her car paint, and I called the police when she got physical. She broke my glasses by grabbing at my face when I “got too close”. I never touched her and was probably nervous or something if I was actually too close. I don’t know.
The police reviewed security footage that showed her clearly hitting my car, looking at it, and walking away. I was asked if I wanted to press charges for a**ault(her clawing at my face and pushing me multiple times was on video and with the officers there she was still verbally abusing me ). I said no and they forced her to surrender insurance information and I never saw her again.
My MIL threw a pie through my window on Thanksgiving because I would not let her in my house. She had attempted to ruin our wedding not one month prior to this and I was not dealing with her horse sh*t. We told her to leave and she threw a pie through my window, shattered it, and my dog cut her paw on the glass. She wasn’t invited to our house because she’s Satan incarnate and for some reason, she was shocked that we wouldn’t let her in because she’s faaaaaaaaamilllyyyyyy. $4200 window replacement (old 60s home with giant custom windows). And the b*tch wonders why we are in no contact.
Back in my teens, I used to work at a sort of guided tour in my city. The tour took place in a sort of small car designed to look like a train and people would sit in wagons behind it while it drove around and explained stuff about our city.
We also provide a shuttle service at set times from and to a parking place for a theme park nearby.
Outside of these times, we would not ride because we weren’t paid at all.
We drove the whole morning until 12 and then we drove from 4 to 8 pm.
I experienced many tantrums as one does in tourism, but one of them I can still see as clear as day.
There was a family of 6 people, who approached us while we were off duty so to say, the ‘trains’ were all parked. The father of the family approaches me and says that they would like to go back to their car. I explain that we do not drive at these hours and that we did specify that during the ride over here. He called me a liar.
My boss was on the train reading a magazine and this guy walked towards him all huff and puff. So my boss opens the windows and asks if he can help him, dude asks the same question, the boss gives the same answer.
This guy just flipped his sh*t, he started yelling and screaming like he was seven, jumping on the train and off, punching the windows, all the while turning red, tears running down his face.
His wife in the meantime chose to walk away with the children looking all embarrassed.
An old man who was with them calmly walked towards the man having a tantrum and said: “Get down”, Guy keeps screaming at me at my boss at the old man and anyone else who comes near him.
This old man walks closer to the guy, suddenly jumps up, and grabs his ear and drags him from the train. The guy is screaming “Sorry Dad, sorry”
I mean this was a grown-*ss man, behaving like he was seven. Still, stumps to this day that some people are like that.
Didn’t actually witness it. My ex got drunk and passed out in my apartment. I went to the pub to watch football with my friend. She woke up and threw a number of glasses against the wall because I had left. Came home to my dog shaking in a corner. I nearly murdered.
My dad’s wife cried, screamed, and threw plates around the house because my dad took me out for lunch after school and didn’t drive 25 miles home to pick her up first so he could take her too.
This old boss I used to have…I was a part-time graphic designer and they stuck me with making this training CD presentation for a client.
I basically had to learn to code HTML to do the thing. Figure out how to get it to autorun, how to organize the pages, organize and build ALL the graphics for it as well as edit this small amount of video they wanted to be embedded in the presentation.
The only thing I could not figure out how to do was make the video auto-run when the page loaded…so I just had to have a “Click to start video” button on it.
My boss flipped out. He started panicking: “The…the client is coming to see this later today! AND THIS IS IT FOR THEM! IF THIS VIDEO DOESN’T AUTOMATICALLY PLAY, THAT’S IT, IT’S OVER! THEY’LL CANCEL THE WHOLE PROJECT!” He started crying in front of me.
This is a grown, mid-50s man, I’m talking about here…and I was a 19-year-old college student at his first job.
The dude finally turns to his business partner, sobbing: “BILL! WHAT…WHAT ARE WE GOING TO DO, BILL?!”
And Bill just looks at him like he was f*cking crazy and said “We tell them to push the godd*mn button, Steve, get a f*cking grip!”
In the end, the client didn’t even notice the video didn’t autoplay…they just clicked the button to play it and they never thought twice about it.
I worked part-time for a marketing company promoting food brands many years ago. I made some simple dishes and served them in the store from a food cart. This family rushes in with 5+ kids and plunders the samples. After stuffing themselves the parents ask if it was pork meat in the food. All meat dishes being pork I said yes. They threw a huge tantrum since they were not allowed to eat pork.
I used to work at Logan Airport during the whole liquid ban.
I told some guy he couldn’t bring his soda through security. He proceeds to go on a giant tirade against government interference and that I was somehow personally responsible for taking all his freedom away. He then proceeded to yell that he had a bomb.
He was swiftly tackled.
I used to work for a coffee shop that was ALWAYS busy. I mean like there was a constant line out the door. I had a man completely skip the line of about 10-12 people waiting, grab a juice out of our fridge and come up to me single-handedly ringing everyone through. He cut off the next person and put the drink down and started pulling money out of his wallet, and I told him I wouldn’t ring him through without standing in line first, there’s a queue. Use it.
He went from a general a**hole, smug expression to enraged, red-faced, screaming at me telling me that he was just buying a f*cking juice, not a coffee, to stop being such a stupid b*tch and just ring him through, berated me for being a barista even though if I wasn’t there he wouldn’t be getting any service, and if I was even remotely smart I wouldn’t be working here, so to just do my job like a good girl and ring him through. And then threw money at me.
I didn’t even remotely change my expression the whole time, his bills all fell on the floor in front of him, I pushed his juice aside and then motioned to the next person in line to order.
He got so angry that he looked like a dumb a** in front of so many people and didn’t affect me, he grabbed a 1lb bag of coffee beans off of our counter and threw it across the store, grabbed his bills off the floor and walked away, telling me that he would never come back and our business would fail.
Yup.
I worked at an arcade and a family came in being extremely rude, talking about how sh*tty our prizes were and how expensive they are (it’s an arcade, so it’s not going to be the highest of quality). The mother came up and told me to give her the big bear on the wall. I told her I couldn’t, she doesn’t have enough tickets. She started yelling at me saying “Why the f*ck not, it’s obviously been up there for years, just f*cking give it to me.” Even told me she was planning on calling my manager since I wouldn’t give her the bear. I said that was fine and gave her the number. She stormed out and I went in the back room and just started flipping her off. I hate customer service.
My mom locked herself in her bedroom one Thanksgiving because I started making the mashed potatoes when my sister was supposed to be making them. Neither of us was aware of such an arrangement, and my mom flipped. She started bashing my cooking (even though she told me that I was supposed to cook). She then proceeded to take the sweet potatoes, after screaming that I made them taste like sh*t, and poured in mustard and brown sugar. When the rest of the family told her that they were gross the way she made them, she went screaming into her bedroom. I’d love to say that she was young at the time, but it was right before she turned 50.
Once when I was out clothes shopping I saw a man being arrested, presumably for shoplifting. Instead of going quietly he was kicking and screaming like a 2-year-old, dropping to the floor and at one point he broke free and started throwing shoes and clothes at the cops. The man was probably in his mid-late 30s, was easily over 6 ft tall and built like a brick sh*t house. Seeing him behave in such a way was just embarrassing.
When I worked at a hotel, I met possibly the most irritable man on the planet. He came to the front desk to check in and when I asked for his name, he said “I’m a regular here.” And I said okay, I still don’t know your name, he said “I stay here all the time, I’m a VIP. Didn’t they tell you I was coming?”
This hotel was a Best Western. If any of you readers are unaware of this particular chain, no Very Important Person has stayed at any Best Western location, ever.
I said, “Thank you for your business, I have only worked here a few months and I apologize if I’ve checked you in before and didn’t recognize you, but I really do need your name to find your reservation.” Finally, after a little more back-and-forth verbal abuse, he spits out his last name and I search for it in this system: nothing. I try a few different spellings: nothing. I ask him to spell it.
“Are you kidding me? First, you interrogate me, and now you’re saying I don’t have a reservation?”
“No, sir, I’m just having trouble finding it. If you’d please just spell your name for me–“
Then he started screaming at me about how ridiculous this was, how he would never come back, how he was going to sue the hotel, etc. He stormed out and I heard his car peel out of the parking lot. Later on, I did find his reservation — his name had a very odd spelling that I hadn’t guessed earlier — and when I told the manager the story, she said “Well, yeah, that sounds like him.” Apparently, he was just that irritable all the time. (And I checked his room history, his last visit was three months before I started working there, did he think we kept portraits of all the guests and memorized them?)
I had a grown adult roommate who was mad because her parents (who gave her $1000 a month in addition to paying her rent, phone, car, and grocery bills) would not give her an additional $600 a month. Meanwhile, I’m a grad student who makes $10,000 a year and has been supporting myself since I was 19.
She was sobbing when I came home, and I was very worried and asked her what was wrong. She had been crying for half an hour, and finally told me the story and asked me for support, saying, “It’s just not fair that I have to live like this, am I right?” I responded, “I literally cannot relate to you” and walked out of the apartment because I wanted to smack a b*tch.
Once in a while a deaf family would come in and get lunch, they would normally stand back from the counter, discuss their order then bring it up written on a card. Pay, get their food and do their thing. No big deal.
They come in one day while I am working the cash, I wave hello and they discuss lunch among themselves. A man, professionally dressed maybe mid-40s comes up behind them. They are in the way, but not blocking the counter, many many people stop there and discuss what they want.
He stands, he huffs, he says “Excuse me,” he says “Please move,” then flails his arms about and begins to rant and rave at them at the top of his lungs… they “Ignore him” since they can’t hear him and are looking up at the board… this is all of 10 seconds and I can’t catch his attention to get him to go around.
He then pushes through them, they looked as surprised as sh*t since from their perspective they are basically being attacked out of the blue.
Then he says the capping comment: “What the f*ck! Are you deaf?!”
He gets to the counter… I say “Yeah, they are a deaf family.”
He just looks at me as if I am nothing. And gives me his order. I look back at him and say “I am on break.” (also I am the only cash register open). So he just stares at me… then leaves.
I serve the deaf family and write an apology to them.
I was in a fairly empty office supply store and this lady started freaking out about someone stealing her purse from her cart. Like berating employees and calling them all thieves. Just completely hysterical. Cursing, screaming, you name it.
The employee walks up and points to her purse in the cart with tons of merchandise piled on top of it. She was just throwing all of the things she was going to buy on top of her purse and she couldn’t see it anymore.
Then she just starts going nuts on the employee that found her purse. Finally, a manager comes up and tells her to “get the heck out of my store!”
I put up a short synopsis, but seriously it all probably lasted a solid 3-4 minutes. In real-time for a grown woman to be yelling and freaking out, this is a long time.
I was pretty stunned.
I had a business partner who had this wife that would make him carry her, yes carry her at the weirdest times. I actually saw her once come into the office stomp her foot and threw herself on the floor crying because he told her she couldn’t buy something and he had to carry her out.
He finally woke up and was leaving in her, she came into the office and started throwing eggs at everyone, and then she rammed her car repeatedly into his. I was freaked and secretly laughing inside.
Later on in the year, I heard she changed her last name to Monroe. Like Marilyn Monroe.