An entitled customer screams and yells at me after they don't get exactly what they want. But after listening to that for long enough, I decided that enough is enough. So, as a result, I yelled back, forcing my manager to step in so that I wouldn't lose my job. And I'm honestly so sick of customers like this and I hope I never deal with these people ever again. Here's what happened.
Okay, to put context around this story, I have to tell you a few things first. First of all, I've been working at my current company for almost a decade in different stores, and the warehouse I'm currently at in various positions. I took my current role as the lowest level of management, so that I would not be customer-facing anymore. Recently, we started doing customer pickups out of my warehouse, and I'm the primary for that about three days a week. The rule for pickup is that the furniture has to be in factory packaging, not the wrapping that we use for delivery and storage.
Also, I spent some time as an infantry team leader in Iraq about 15 years ago, and I've been working nothing but retail and warehouses ever since. Anyways, two customers come in to get their furniture, and they had been told earlier in the day that one piece didn't arrive. They start being loud and belligerent to my associate, so she comes to get me. They're a father in his 60s and a son in his 40s, both with very thick Eastern European accents.
I try to calm things down and explain to them that they have to wait a day for the missing piece. I say that they're free to take what we have or take everything tomorrow. Well, they just start yelling at me. And you know what, I'm okay with this. When I tell them that they're free to contact their salesmen about the issue, they begin swearing at me, telling me that it's my job to call them. They screamed that the receipt label is for my company, stating that I need to be the one to call them. And they said that while also referring to the logo of the company on my shirt.
And at this point their verbal and physical communication have changed to being very aggressive. Now my immediate and unthinking physical reaction is to shift my body weight and ready myself for a violent altercation. Now I know that's not the right answer, I know. But decade old reflexes are still reflexes.
At this point, I lose my cool and that old combat team leader voice comes out. I scream at them, gentlemen, you are more than welcome to take what is here or cancel your order. And when that comes out of my mouth, there's a stun silence for about three seconds. And then they start right back up again. They start to say, it's like this wherever we go. This other store and that other store, the post office, everywhere. Now, I don't tell them that maybe they're the problem, but instead, I do tell them that I cannot give them what they want because it's for another customer and I could lose my job.
They then scream at me, F that customer, and F your job. That's not my problem, give me what I want. I turn to the associate who originally dealt with them, and I asked her to give a closing manager. I'm now shaking from the adrenaline dump, but I'm trying to control it. My brain is doing threat assessment. My body is prepping for one of them to swing on me. And more importantly, my mouth is clamped shut so I don't say anything worse.
My manager then comes over to talk to them as they yell about how bad we are, and then gives them the piece from our storage bin that was for another customer, which you know what, that was his call and not mine. And then, just like magic, they're just so happy and helpful getting their furniture loaded.
The father even hugs the manager and tries to shake my hand. But I'm just shaking with rage, saying a polite yes sir and no sir until they leave. I told the associate that she was free to take her lunch, and that I would be dealing with the pickups until she was done. The manager commended me for not losing my mind on them, and then I took another five minutes after they left for the shakes to stop.
And honestly, I haven't had an interaction like that since I left the army. It was jarring to just have my Switch flip back on so fast. I am not proud of how I acted in any way. In fact, I'm disappointed in myself for slipping to their level. As a leader, I should be better than that. But with that being said, I hope those guys never come back. Okay, I love this story for more than one reason, because here we have a former military person who still felt that adrenaline jump after dealing with an awful customer.
And if someone who's a veteran of war can feel that way, and still feel like they have like an adrenaline jump and they're shaking and they're so mad, then that personally gives me solace that yes, those feelings are normal, especially when I work to customer service job. Because if you've worked in those kind of jobs in the past, then you know exactly what I'm talking about.
Some people can be so nasty and mean. They can treat you like absolute garbage and really ruin your day. And I know for me at least, I always thought to myself, man, I wish I was stronger. But this story has literally shown me that, yeah, I could be stronger, but that doesn't mean I'm not gonna still get frustrated and really like shaking with anger. And the original poster in this story, who I'm willing to bet is much stronger than me mentally and physically, still had the same reaction that I've had at previous jobs.
So hopefully this gives us all room to maybe cut ourselves some slack, especially if we ever deal with a root customer and we find ourselves actually being shaken up by how awful they treated us. If you like Am I the Jerk, you're probably going to love Am I the Genius. Check it out, link down below in the description.
Also, go to amythejerk.com slash submit if you would like to submit your own stories. My friend's entitled mother makes my life a living nightmare as she goes out of her way to say horrible things to me while we're at a pool party. Here's what happened. So this happened back in 2019 during the summer going into the seventh grade. On that day, I was invited to a pool party for my dad's friend's daughter returning from vacation in Mexico with her grandmother. We will call the daughter Erica for the sake of the story and Erica is not her real name.
And to be honest, Erica was just returning and wanted to go swimming. She just got a pool built in her backyard that looked identical to mine. Just hers had a hot tub and ours didn't. And I expected to just go to Erica's mom's house because she lived next door. But it turns out the party wasn't at her house. So I assume this meant we would be going to a friend's house in the neighborhood, but no. We all hopped into the car to head to the public pool. Now I was cool with it.
Thankfully, my mom gave me money for food just in case the pool party wasn't at somebody's house. Now, when we get to the pool, we are then expected by Erica's entitled mom to pay for our own bracelets. And you know what? I'm cool with it. Because I do have my own money, but I was really confused.
I assume that since she invited us out, she was paying for all of us. I pay for my ticket, but then I turn to see my friends, Esmeralda and Ashley. Those are not their real names. Esmeralda is the younger one of the sisters close to Erica's age, and the older sister, Ashley, is about my age. They both didn't bring any money because we thought we were swimming at somebody's house and not a public pool. Well, the entitled mom starts scolding at them.
And when she paid for the bracelets, she was mumbling about how their mom now suddenly owes them. Another girl we will call Isabella, who is the youngest there, paid for herself because her family gave her money. Lastly, Erika's older cousin by three years was paid for, only because he's family, and his mom was sending money to his aunt when he stayed there. So we finally get in and I'm really hungry, and I decided that I'm going to eat first because I definitely skipped breakfast.
And I got a lot of food because my mom gave me $20. From what I remember, I got a hot dog, some chips, some ice cream, and a slushie. Now, I understand how crazy it was that I ate that, but I had some issues at the time at home. To sum it up because I don't feel like getting into it, basically I ate whatever I wanted when I wasn't home because my family was way too controlling over food.
I also had health issues that made me eat more, plus my medications. Anyways, Erica's entitled mom looked at me and discussed. She said to me, you shouldn't eat all of that. And then she just wandered off. I knew what she was trying to say, but she remembered that my dad is friends with her fiance, and if she said what she was planning to say, it really can cause some issues. So she remembered saying something that she thought would work. She said to me, your mom wouldn't be okay with you eating all of that. I eventually got into the pool after eating, and I played in the water for a little bit.
Every time I lightly splash my friend Ashley, Erica and her mom would get mad and yell at me and Ashley, because we were the oldest and we should act our age. And as a reminder, I was in the sixth grade of the time. We were also then expected to watch the little kids and follow them around.
Me and Ashley didn't really want to do that, but we did so because it got embarrassing being stared at by everyone, especially when Erica's entitled mom would yell at us. Me and Ashley barely got to do what we wanted in the pool, and mind you, me and Ashley are in the sixth and seventh grade. And here we are watching a fourth, third, and second grader.
And that's all instead of enjoying the pool itself. If me and Ashley knew we were going to be used as unpaid babysitters, we would have probably just stayed home and swam at my house. The kids got out of the pool because they got hungry, so we decided to follow, and I also wanted a popsicle because it hit 103 degrees at the time. And when we first got to the pool, it was about 95 degrees.
Erika's mom side-eyed me and said, you don't need any more food because you ate four hours ago. As a side note, we were at this pool for about nine hours in total. I said, I know, but I just want a popsicle. So eventually she allowed me to take my coin purse back and buy one. At first she said, I have to give the other kids the rest of my money so they can eat as well. But I lied and said that popsicles were two dollars and I only had two left. Well, Erika's mom then got upset and scolded me, saying that I shouldn't have gotten all that food and now the others won't get to eat.
Even though I brought my own money and so did Isabella. Erica's mom then pulled out $5 and told them that they needed to share. But when Isabella refused the money, saying that she had her own, Erica's mom asked how much she had, and she said she had about $30 or $40. But her mom said it's only for her and to return the rest to her mom.
Well, when Erica's mom heard that, she took back her five and said that Isabella has to pay for all of the kids because she has the most money and that her mom would be fine with it. It's also important to know that Erica's mom never paid back Isabella's mom for the cost of the kids, which was about $30 in total. I got a popsicle and I bought the last Sour Patch kids, which was for my older brother because recently he had been nice to me that week.
So I bought it more or less as a treat. I enjoyed two popsicles and placed the candy in the bag secretly because I didn't want to let the other kids see the candy. Well, Erica's mom basically shamed everybody for what they got. I shared with Ashley some of my food because we were super close and Erica's mom was mad that I didn't share with her daughter. Fast forward and we went swimming again afterwards and I came back a few hours later to Erica's mom complaining about random stuff and then wanting to leave. And as we were packing up our stuff, Ashley was complaining quietly about being hungry
Because she knew if she said it too loudly, she would be scolded by Erica's mom, especially when Isabella was tasked with paying for everybody's meal. So I gave her a few Sour Patch kids because I accidentally opened the box when I grabbed my clothes. I put the box back quietly, and then I turned to Erica's mom, who was shaming me for buying candy and not sharing with the other kids. She then says to me, you need to share with the other kids because you ate enough already. Well, when the other kids heard that I had candy, they all ran up begging for candy.
When I tried to explain to Erica's mom that the candy is mainly for my brother, she accused me of lying and said that I had to share. So these stupid kids ran to my bag because they were excited for candy. And Erica's mom took the candy from my bag and shared it between all of the kids. After these kids got handfuls of candy, she gave me and Ashley three pieces each for being greedy. Now the only thing that kept me looking forward to this day was going to pick up some ice cream at an ice cream shop close by. Well, as soon as we got close though,
Erica's mom said that we don't deserve ice cream and said that we will get some at her house instead. Well, as soon as we get there, we got many otter pops. Ashley declined because she wanted ice cream and decided to go home to get some from her house. Everyone else, and shockingly enough, including me, got their own otter pop.
but only halfway because apparently we didn't deserve a full otterpot. I then went home very disappointed, but in the end, I didn't tell my parents everything because I was in fear that I might get in trouble for all of the food that I ate. Wow, this story is really sad for a few reasons, but for starters, it really sucks that your parents at the time were basically controlling everything that you ate. Like, it really seems like they had some kind of chokehold on what you could and couldn't eat, and that's like really obnoxious in my opinion, and there's just no good excuse for it.
but also Erika's mom sounds like a basket case. She was combative with you and your friends pretty much from the start. Like she was already up your case, but also refused to pay for anybody else's stuff, and seriously tried to make you and one of your friends pay for everything, even though she's an adult and she's got adult money. And you know what, looking back in hindsight, that really is such a big deal for a kid because you just don't have that much expendable income.
So seriously, I'm so sorry you dealt with that. And hopefully you've moved on from Erica and her entitled mom because both of them do not sound like good people and I just don't think those are good friends to be around in the first place. This next story came from the Am I the Jerk subreddit. Check the links in the description if you would like to submit your own stories. Am I the jerk for not sending the PDF documents to my brother that he would need to go to university despite the fact that I basically filled everything out for him and he is now blatantly taking advantage of me.
because right now my parents are very mad at me and right now I seriously don't know what to do. Here's what happened. I'm a 19 year old female and I have a brother who's 20 years old and we had a fight today and it blew up really badly and my parents are quite upset with me. We were recently admitted to the same university and we had to fill out the financial aid form.
I was accepted in mid-April and had to submit it that month, whereas my brother received his acceptance in mid-May and had to fill it out right then and there. Now he is on a gap year, so we're both starting university together. The form is insanely long, and both of our numbers and everything needed to match up, so I saved my financial aid document for him and I sent it to him when it was his turn. The document also had two short essays in it that I had written.
and I understand that since our financial situation and history is the exact same, the essay was also basically going to be the same. But my brother quite literally just copy and pasted it to the document, despite me asking him not to do so. It was honestly quite upsetting, but I didn't make a fuss out of it.
At the end of the form, there are roughly 25 documents that the university requires, such as blank statements and a lot of stuff like that. So I sent him all of it, as I had scanned them previously, and I kept them saved in my laptop. Even then, he was quite annoying, and kept calling me for the most basic questions that he can Google himself.
Today, he received an email from the financial aid office asking for additional documents and some explanations. I sent him the screenshot of the explanation that I had given for the points that they asked for, and he once again decided that he's gonna copy it, which I again told him not to do it, and just try and rewrite it or reword it for himself at least.
But instead, he used the same excuse, saying that it's the same either way. He then asked me for these three documents, and I did have them scanned and saved on my phone and my laptop, but I refused to send them to him. And I did this just out of sheer annoyance, honestly. Like seriously, just do it yourself!
I feel this entire format, I scanned all of these documents, and in the middle of my board exams, which are my A levels in science. And if I can do it, then why can't he just do it when he has nothing to do in his life, except for playing video games on his PS4? So, I refused to send them for free, and instead, jokingly placed a price on each document, and to be honest, I was completely serious about it. It was not at all an insane amount of money.
It was honestly very, very cheap. And if he didn't want to do that, then he can instead spend 5 minutes and scan the documents himself. Now instead, he snatched my phone, then he knows the password too, and decided to lock himself in a room, and send himself the documents and upload them on the financial aid form. Now to say I was absolutely fuming would be an understatement.
because I was livid, so I grabbed his PS4 and I held it up, telling him that I'm gonna throw it on the floor if he sends himself the documents and doesn't give back my phone. He eventually comes out and I put his PS4 down and I grabbed my phone, and I knew quite well that he has sent the documents already and there's literally nothing I can do. At this point, I was very, very upset, and I even said I was going to email the university about the fact that I wrote his personal statement and essays.
That too, in the midst of my midterm exams, while he was on a gap year, and I had to write out my own personal statement, and so many supplementary essays. I mean, I wrote a better personal statement for him than my own personal statement. Obviously, he knew I wouldn't do that because I'm not at that level of petty or mean, and it would also possibly ruin my own admission. To sum it all up, I'm pretty sure I did nothing wrong, but my parents are both on his side. That I could have just easily sent the documents to him and not caused the entire fuss, but I just don't agree with them.
My point further being that he has absolutely no respect for me whatsoever and I'm beginning to harbor a lot of resentment for him due to a multitude of things that he has done in the recent past. My parents are of the opinion that this is how siblings are and I need to move on. My father is quite upset with me for causing all this unnecessary drama in the house and my mother actually started crying after seeing us fight like this. So seriously, am I the jerk in this situation because I honestly feel like I did nothing wrong.
No, you are not the jerk, and honestly, I would be very upset with him as well. If that university connects the dots, it really could affect both of your admission and completely ruin everything that you're working for. And that sucks for you specifically, because it doesn't sound like your brother is taking anything seriously when it comes to university, and it really sounds like he's just riding off of your coattails when it comes to getting things done.
And that is literally so obnoxious. Like, that is not gonna serve him well in school at all, because it blatantly shows he has a massive lack of discipline with getting things done. So no, I don't think you're the jerk at all, and I think your parents and your brother are completely out of line for somehow pinning this on you. But at the end of the day, this is honestly like foreshadowing to how his college career's gonna go, because I definitely don't think he has what it takes to be a good student, and it's only a matter of time before he drops out again. My friends mock me and make fun of me all night, and make me feel like garbage almost on purpose.
And I'm honestly still stunned by the way they treated me that I'm now unsure of what to do next. Here's what happened. I'm a 19 year old female, and I was out with three of my girlfriends, having a meal in one of those restaurants that give you the option to choose the lobster you would like to eat. Personally, I don't have a problem with this. I do find it a little bit weird, but that's honestly besides the point.
Three out of the four of us decided that we're going to choose a regular option in the menu and that we were not going to get a lobster. But girl number four, we'll call her Bella for the sake of the story, decided to go up and choose a lobster. And we all went with her because we wanted to have a look at them as well. There were three large
tanks with about 10 lobsters in each one and they were all huge, with a blackish brown color to all of them. In the far corner of one of the tanks, there was a tiny one with blue markings on his back and he was absolutely adorable. I told all my friends how cute I thought he was and I even gave him a name. The other girls just looked nonchalant and just kinda rolled their eyes at me, which already began to rub me the wrong way.
But yeah, I get it's a lobster, but have a bit of bloody whimsy once in your life, right? But either way, I brushed it off because I am the youngest in my group. So I just assumed that it was a signal that I was being immature and to stop fawning over a lobster. We all went back to our table and left Bella waiting to pick her lobster. And as my final joke laced with seriousness, I patted her on the shoulder and said, please don't pick Mr. Blue. And when I said that, she laughed. Fast forward, and when our food comes out, I know that her lobster looks tiny, but because it's cooked, I can't really tell if it is Mr. Blue.
I help Bella cut it open, and one of the girls starts laughing and says, Oh, look at you, betraying Mr. Blue like that. And then they all started laughing. At this point, I'm still in a good mood, so I smile when I say, I know it's not Mr. Blue, but all my friends look at me in the eye and they tell me that Bella picked Mr. Blue. And when they said that, my mood plummets.
Because not only did they take out Mr. Blue, but now I'm made to feel like the butt of the joke that isn't really that funny at all. It just seems so weird to me that they relished in destroying the only lobster I named in the entire tank. Bella tells me to stop being so serious about the whole thing, it's just a lobster, and that it was going to pass away either way. Now I know that, but I'm more upset at the fact that she ate him right in front of me.
Not only that, but she also gave pieces to my other friends as well. And they all ate him and made comments saying, mmm, I love the taste of Mr. Blue. It's the principle of the situation that she could have humored me and picked 29 out of the 30 lobsters in the tank, but instead chose not to. The fact that they all sat there as I willingly sliced open Mr. Blue seemed really messed up to me. After that, I pretty much sat in silence for the rest of the night.
They all went clubbing after the restaurant, but I just decided to go home. Bella asked me if it was because of the tiny joke we made, and I told her that it's because they had been acting incredibly rude in the restaurant. Then I just turned around and I laughed. Now this happened about three days ago, and the next day I thought it was dumb to continue an argument over a lobster. So I acted as if I wasn't angry, but my friends pointed out that I overreacted by calling them jerks, and that because I left the night early, it only escalated this into an entire argument.
So, am I over-reacting in this situation? Because right now, I'm seriously not sure what to do. Honestly, I don't think you're over-reacting at all, because it sounds like your friend spitefully picked him just to mess with you, and they were making fun of you and laughing at you at your expense. She very easily could
to pick any lobster out of that tank, you know, one of the ones that didn't have a name attached to it, or even some silly identity attached to what you just said, but it seems like your friends went out of their way to specifically pick that just to mess with you specifically. And that is the worst part about it, and that's the show of somebody who is not a good friend in the slightest, because I think you have it right, it really is the principle of the situation.
She could have just left it alone and not been like, oh yeah, I'm eating Mr. Blue, how do you like that? That would be like your girlfriend naming a butterfly on the wall and then you destroying it and being like, oh, it was gonna die eventually anyways. It's like, no, just don't kill the butterfly, like it's really that simple. At that point, it's not a joke that everybody can laugh at, but instead, it's a joke literally at the original poster's expense.
And that in my opinion is incredibly messed up. So no, you are not overreacting, your friends were massive jerks, and I don't blame you for walking out in the slightest. When you subscribe, make sure to hit the bell to turn on notifications. To finish listening to all the stories, check out the playlist at the top of the description. And if you want some chill music to put on in the background, check out easymode.com. If you like Am I the Jerk, subscribe to Am I the Genius. Everything will be linked down below in the description.