Nothing borderline about it, that was fucking sexual assault and I'm only sorry that motherfucker's teeth are still in his head.

Great question! I know EXACTLY who doesn't ask for ID, even in that situation. A teller who truly doesn't give a shit. They've just gotten completely burnt out from people yelling at them for doing their jobs right. Having someone come in to close out their account—they might have assumed you were going to be…

I once closed a joint account (my wife's and mine) for cash at a bank without having to show my ID. They didn't ask and I didn't offer but I walked out shaking my head, thankful that account was the last one we had at that particular bank. Who hands over $1000 in cash out of a joint account without asking for ID?

I've had some great customer service at PF Chang's. When I was a senior in high school (like, right after PF Chang's opened in my city, and I adored it . . . still do) I had my graduation luncheon there, with about 20 of my closest girlfriends and my grandmothers, mom, and aunts. My maternal grandmother was losing her…

I once had a middle aged white guy accuse me of profiling him when I asked for ID.

The funny thing is that I've hit exactly two people in my life - both men who were committing borderline-sexual assault. And my "go-to move" is apparently slapping someone on the side of the head with an open hand - I know from experience (ah, siblings...) that a slap/strike like that hurts like a son of a bitch and…

The other line I would use is look at the amount and say, "nope. I'm not risking my job for this amount of money. It would have to be much more, and I'd have to be keeping a significant portion. So yes, I do need to see ID."

Aaaaahhhh good for you for smacking some shit!! That's really the only reaction you could have, I think. And good for the regional manager for booting that asshole. How much longer did you last in that job after that incident?

Oh my God, I think we used to work somewhere for the same manager. Our general manager was a raging asshole in several ways you describe and never stood up to customers EVER, but his defining moment was when he came up behind me, grabbed the bottom of my shirt, and yanked it up above my breasts. His defense? HE didn't…

I work in Local Government and we get these phone calls. "Why don't you know who I am and what my issue is immediately?!!!" guys are the worst.

when I worked in a call Centre I'd have people call in to make payments over the phone because they didn't trust using their credit card online or online banking...

(This isn't about correcting another customer in food service, but my point is that I DO call people out on their bullshit.) I was flying from Atlanta to LA last week and had been upgraded to First Class. (I fly at least twice weekly and am upgraded due to my status - my company doesn't pay for FC fare.) The guy…

As a boomer myself [I'm 60], I'm not here to rail against your generalization of my generation being assholes. I will point out that when I was younger, I ran into the same thing with the old men of the generations ahead of me. I don't think this is a specific generation thing; I think this is more of an entitled old…

Yeah, I would seriously consider it, if I were one of the other customers. "Oh, you mean my waiting patiently has been rewarded by that bitch being sat first? Never mind."

I wonder how many customers, who were waiting for tables , walked out pissed after seeing Mrs. McWhinyface get bumped in front of them for being a cow or who were just put off by her foul language and didn't want their dining experience further ruined.

I'm sorry, but the woman threw a pager into a crowded restaurant. He should have filed a police report and kicked her out. He was frankly really lucky that woman had such terrible aim, because had she hit a customer...

........If that was a brand new book that had just been autographed you are far kinder than I would have been.

that last story... I was crossing my fingers the management was going to kick this horrible POS woman out of PF Chang's but NOPE!!!! that made it the worst story of this bunch by a landslide.

So I would just like to put this out in the world, BCO has made me a better diner and that makes me proud. On Friday I was out with friends, attending a Feminist/We Hate Men (not really, but some people think that's what the word means...) book reading. Afterward, giddy we went to a bar next door and made lots of…

No. She squirts it DIRECTLY ON THE TABLE. The kids proceed to finger-paint the entire table with their chicken strips, ketchup, and Splenda concoction.