Sunday was slammin. In the early afternoon, this woman comes up with some of those Swiffer Clorox pads, the kind that go over the little Swiffer brooms. Obviously she's dropped the package because the plastic is leaking.
She sets it on the counter and goes "This is leaking." Well, DUH!. I take the receipt, and then she starts taking the thing out of the package, as if to illustrate the fact that it is leaking.
I DON'T NEED YOU TO DO THAT. I CAN SEE IT AND I CAN SMELL IT. I ask her "Please don't do that ma'am." SHE CONTINUES TO DO TRY AND TAKE IT OUT OF THE BAG.
I go again, "Ma'am, please don't take it out of the bag. You're going to get the Clorox all over the counter." And then the witch give me the dirtiest look, like I said something ugly to her when she was 'only trying to help.' I've asked you TWICE, politely and clearly not to do it. YOU are the stupid one, not me!
And then she starts wiping her hands, slinging drops of Clorox all over me, the counter, the register and everywhere. "Let me get you a paper towel, ma'am." I get her some paper towels and hand them to her. AND SHE GIVES ME ANOTHER NASTY LOOK, like I handed her a dirty dishrag or something. And her husband goes - "You do need a towel, honey." And she gives him a dirty look!"
So I did her refund and gave her the money. As she walked off, the girl next to me asked "What was her problem? I heard you ask her twice not to open it up, and then offer her paper towels. She didn't have to act so rude."
She was white, upper-middle class Caucasian and spoke flawless English. She was also one of the most horrible people I've ever run across.
The people that are horrible because the want something and you can't help them, at least I understand their frustration. The ones that you JUST DON'T UNDERSTAND ...