I was washing my dog at a local pet store. They have public dog baths there with tons of signs about cost of using them. I was rinsing my dog off when I heard someone ask an employee, “Do you guys trim dog nails here?” I kept rinsing, because I don’t work there and assumed they were talking to an employee. I also couldn’t see them, because the dog bath is somewhat tucked behind some shelves. “Excuuuuuuse me?” I heard someone say in an annoying voice. I still didn’t look up. I don’t work there.
From now on, CC will stand for cunty customer. (A graying man with a potbelly and deep voice.)
I heard the dog wash gate open, so I glanced over my shoulder (there’s multiple baths to use there) and saw someone staring at me with their hands up. CC pulled down their mask and strongly said, “Excuuuuse me. DO. YOU. TRIM. NAILS. HERE?”
Me: “Oh, I don’t think they do, but I don’t work here, you’ll have to ask someone who does.”
CC: “But I just asked you, why would I ask someone else?”
Me: “ …because I don’t work here?”
CC: “If you don’t work here why are you washing someone’s dog?”
Me: “I’m washing my own dog. This is a public dog bath.” I pointed at the sign that read “Dog bath – $10 per use.”
CC: “So you don’t trim nails here? You just wash dogs? How much would it be if I brought two dogs in?”
Me: “Dude, I don’t f***ing work here, I just told you that three times. Go ask someone else.”
CC: “I don’t care if you don’t work here, that’s still bad customer service!”
I already have a short temper with stupid people, but I was getting more than annoyed by CC, especially since CC kept getting closer and closer in a gated bathing area and my dog was starting to get agitated by him.
Me: “I DON’T WORK HERE YOU F***ING IDIOT. I told you over and over again, f**k off.”
My dog started growling (which he only does because of the excitement, he’s not aggressive)
CC stormed off, slamming the gate and knocking over some dog treats. I could hear him from the other side of the store yelling at the cashier.
CC: “I WANT HIS NAME. NOW. I WANT HIM FIRED!”
Cashier: “I’m sorry, who are you talking about?”
CC: “The employee at the dog wash.”
Cashier looks in my direction: “I’m the only employee here. That man washing his dog is a customer. Is there something I can do for you?”
CC: “YES. GET YOUR MANAGER ON THE PHONE.”
Cashier: “But that man is not an employee. I’m actually the only employee here today.”
CC: “I DON’T CARE!!”
Cashier was silent for a few seconds and said, “I just told you he doesn’t work here. I’m not calling the manager, but I am going to ask you to leave.”
CC: “I’m not leaving until you call your manager.”
Cashier: “If you don’t leave I’m calling the police.”
CC: “Fuck you. I’m writing a review! This is terrible customer service!” CC stormed out.
I’ve never in my life been confused as an employee anywhere. Especially at this pet store, they wear blue shirts, I was wearing a black hoodie. After he was yelling at the cashier I couldn’t tell if he was all there in the head. Either way, I don’t work here.