I was working as a demo girl in a convenience store (I had to heat/chop up breakfast burritos and enchiladas) when I met the acquaintance of a very kind elderly guy, rather gaunt and spooky-looking. I asked if he wanted to try a bit of the breakfast burrito (and they were only like 1.29 in the case) and he proceeded to tell me about his experiences in Saigon when he went to Vietnam. There were snakes falling out of trees and it was really, really hot (it was winter at the time and all people from Minnesota ever talk about is the weather). I had never been so disturbed or taken off guard in my entire life.

Seriously, dude, I just wanted you to try a damn burrito, not scar me for life.

Some years ago I was working at an infamous and strongly hated American company, whom shall remain nameless, but we'll just call them 'Murrica-Mart.

I had been awake for maybe three days straight and I was pulling a double shift. I was a cashier that night because the skeezy old man that usually worked overnight called in, and I had nothing better to do. I was so, so tired. I was on the brink of delirium.

Store policy states that the ID has to match the name on the check. If it doesn't, they probably stole it, and we're not allowed to take checks from people who don't own the account associated with them. Well, this chick had a huge problem with it, and pitched a royal bitch fit. I was so surprised by her behavior that I started laughing at her. I still remember her exact words: "and you're just standing there fucking laughing at me, you fucking bitch". My supervisor (one of my peers, as I was a super in training at the time) was notably surprised by my reaction, and I quickly apologized (seriously, I'd been up for days), then started laughing again.

Long story short, I went on break and my supervisor took care of livid lady. And I still laugh a little when I think of it.

A few days after new years' in 2010, I was rolling through a huge line of returns. Stuff people were given that they didn't want, stuff they bought for their kids and their kids were unimpressed. People trying to get refunds for Christmas decorations, and getting mad when we wouldn't take them back. The usual ungrateful, entitled, run of the mill nonsense.

A customer was returning a VCR/DVD combo. My register was unable to recall the product from its serial number (and it wasn't taking manual entry for whatever reason) and I was just having a hell of a time getting the return out. Of course, management was ignoring my desperate pleas for their assistance, and Combo Cunt was getting really, really mad.

"Just reach into your register and give me my money back!" she snapped, half-witted, thinking she was so smart and so sassy.

"I'm sorry, I don't have that power..."

"Where's your manager?"

"... Ignoring me?"

By the time my idiot boss got up there, she was yelling in my face. As if it was my fault that our system didn't recognize that particular unit. Of course, my boss blamed it on me (that store was full of idiots, seriously). After the whole thing was over (I didn't say a word the whole transaction after the override for the item had been performed) the bitch apologized to me, to which I said "it's ok, I've seen worse behavior. Have a good day."