Our jewelry case has a very important rule: one customer at a time. If you're in line, shut up and wait your turn like an adult. Well, one guy was having none of this. He happened to look a lot like Bob Geldof (he even had some ridiculous hair and five o'clock shadow) and he was pretty angry that I couldn't break the laws of physics to situate a ring's tag to be visible from the tray. He was a major assclown; he snapped "well if you people could make the tag visible, I wouldn't have had to bother you" - as if my presence was somehow irritating him, and I inconvenienced him somehow by giving his rude ass the time of day. Idiot.

I was telling one of our senior customers about another senior customer who said (when declaring his senior status for the discount) that he wished he wasn't a senior. Well, this lady felt free to tell me that she was ready for death and even her "daughter is waiting for a call from the coroner". WELL then.

I was rolling a full rack of unwanted clothing from fitting rooms, back to their respective spots. I'd left it just barely in the way of a very posh blonde woman, wearing a ponytail, a white scarf, and a very nice peacoat. I apologized for being in her way (though she could have walked around it, but chose to be a huge bitch about it) and she just hissed "exCUUUUSE MEEEE". Drive your ass back to Abercrombie; we don't want your kind here. Bitch.

Toward the beginning of the last hour of my shift, I noticed that the racks were pulled away from the otherwise-blocked handicapped-accessible fitting room. I thought it was a little strange, and that someone had opened it willy-nilly for an impatient ninny, but I was pleased to find that a family had used it for the right reasons - I assume one of their many children had cerebral palsy or cystic fibrosis or some other tragic illness. I waited patiently for them to exit the fitting room, and figured the cleanup would be minimal to zero.

I have never been so wrong.

They trashed the entire thing. Hangers everywhere, clothes on the floor, clothes inside-out, random objects from throughout the store just laying on the bench and floor. It was a nightmare. I understand that they have a huge responsibility but I'm also convinced that the parents were hardly competent themselves. After that I watched their many able-bodied children throw hats and scarves everywhere. Goddamn breeders.