Allowed lady to use the restroom, got canned!
I was working as a gas station/convenience store clerk one summer. It was a truly dismal place run by a bitter, failed, humorless old jerk. His only pleasure in life seemed to come from being surly and unhelpful to his customers, and his only empowerment in life was being a mid level manager in a corporate chain of "quickie mart" franchises. He probably made $2 more an hour than me.
Hence, he went to great lenghts to make sure that I understood who's the boss, that compared to him, I'm a total nobody. In reality, and this might sound arrogant, but it's true nevertheless: I was just a kid earning some dough for the summer, but this was his career. I was a lot brighter than him, but a bit of a slacker - I never really could put my soul into counting UPC's from cigarette cartons and pricing cans of catfood - and for this he resented me greatly. He vented his frustrations on me and on the customers. Among his favorite pastimes were denying requests for change, telling kids they couldn't redeem "winning" coke caps for free soda at his store, as he wasn't taking part in the promotion. Refusing to let customers borrow or look at a map, a phonebook. That kind of thing. He loved to make his clerks stay after closing for what seemed like hours if the register was off by maybe 8 cents. In other words, a total prick of an old geezer.
Another of his favorite activities was informing customers that they could under no circumstance borrow the restroom.
One day, when I was particularly fed up with the job and the grumpy old man, a very pleasant woman came in and asked to use the restroom. She asked very nicely and politely, explaining that her son was sick, and she wouldn't ordinarily ask, but could we please make an exception to our policy. I overheard the old man taking great pleasure in denying her, upon which I stepped in. With a big smile on my face, I told the woman not to listen to the boss: OF COURSE she can use our restroom. I led her and her son to the back room and pointed the way. The manager was fuming, pacing, furious, incredulous. I believe he was about to have a stroke.
The woman emerged from the restroom, thanked me, and went on her way.
I was promptly informed that I was fired; on the spot. Get out, never come back.
I told the manager what a miserable old prick he was, smiled and walked on out.
Nowadays, the guy works at another gas-station in town. I occasionally fill up there, and whenever he sees me, he shoots me a hateful, sneering look. Mind you, this whole episode happened well over a decade ago!
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Great story!
Awesome, it's good to see scumbags get owned once in a while.