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Sunday, April 19, 2009

Don't start a fight you can't win

So I'm out with my mom tonight, going out for dinner and being the dutiful daughter I am. Who am I kidding, I went for free food. ANYWAY.

We decide to stop at Baskin Robbins on the way home. I love Baskin Robbins and their 31 (million) flavours. We get our ice cream and we're happily eating and minding our own business when a guy storms in with a prepacked container of ice cream, demanding his money back because his wife got the wrong size, and he's being incredibly obnoxious about it. First off, hello buddy, its a food product. Its not exchangeable. Second of all, don't be a knob. You know the type of person that thinks they're the bomb and loooooves to take out their shit on people who have to take it? Yup, him.

The poor girls who are working try to explain to them that they can't do that. He demands to see a supervisor. There isn't one. He now demands a manager. (Keep in mind this is Sunday night at about 8:00). There isn't one. They offer him a number to make a complaint, and he bitches until they call the manager. Up til this point, I'm considering putting my two cents in, but once they call a manager, at least they're okay, right? So I keep my mouth shut and exchange Looks with my mom.

So manager man says give the man his money back just to shut him up. The girl does, and he now buys a single scoop of the same damn ice cream he just returned. Everyone inside is looking at each other with a Can you believe this guy?! look. He takes off and the girl goes to put the ice cream he returned back in the freezer. My mom and I, along with another lady, get up and tell her she can't because even if it appears to be closed, its always possible that someone tampered with it (needle, etc) and if something happens, her ass is on the line. We're all very nice about this to her, just trying to save her butt, lest the Health Board rip them apart.

Asshole man sees us talking and storms back inside, and starts trying to rip into us for thinking he'd do something to it, not minding our own business, getting into his issue, etc etc. But unlike the employees, my mom, myself and the other woman don't have to take his crap, and we start firing back, noting that we didn't talk to him or address him at all when he was in the store. The chirping goes on for a bit, with everyone in the store chiming in. He starts dropping F bombs at people, despite the presence of children. Eventually, I not-so-gently remind him that he got his money back and has his ice cream and he needs to just leave.

At this point, he decides to step towards me quite aggressively, tell me I need to not be "such a mouthy bitch" and tells me, while his fists are clenching, that I'm "lucky I'm female." Now me, being the equally aggressive chick that I am (I stand pretty close to 6 feet tall and I can hold my own in a fistfight), laugh in his face and tell him not to start a fight he can't win, and that its time for him to leave, while stepping right back into his face.

Luckily, he's the type of guy that doesn't quite know what to do when someone's not afraid to challenge him. He's the type that can talk a good game and push people over but isn't sure what to do when you're not afraid of him, so he slunk out of the store with his tail between his legs, still bitching under his breath.

These are exactly the kind of people who need someone to take them down a notch or two, and I don't mind doing it. I still feel bad for the poor girls who were working, although the whole store applauded when he left, which was pretty damn funny. All in all, it was a rather ridiculous night at Baskin Robbins.

3 comments:

Lost In Splendor said...

Good for you! I can't stand assholes who feel like they can talk to people that way. What a dick. Over ice cream! Blah!

Marla said...

Good job. It was awesome that you stood up to such a jerk.

Kelly said...

Wow! To think you just stopped for a quick ice cream! Good for you for standing up to this guy.