There are a lot of things in this world I do not understand.
For instance, I do not understand the customer who came in yesterday, claimed an employee was rude to her on the phone, claimed that her order was incorrect, proceeded to buy a box of eclairs, and then, when we tried to give her the eclairs for free to compensate for the order kerfuffle, screamed "I DON'T WANT ANYTHING FOR FREE. I JUST WANT TO PAY FOR WHAT I AM GETTING, WHICH IS NOTHINNNNNNNNNNG!
Then, THEN, in a fit of rage she THREW THE ECLAIRS ACROSS THE COUNTER AND INTO THE WALL JUST ABOVE MY HEAD.
Don't worry. I'll wait. Go ahead and read that again. SHE THREW THE ECLAIRS.
The box broke upon impact, and the splattering effect was beautiful.
There are so many things I don't understand about this situation. First off, no one should be so enraged about an incorrect order, just tell us, and we will fix it. Inconvenient, sure. Worth the destruction of a box of eclairs and your dignity? I think not.
How awesome is her battle cry? I JUST WANT TO PAY FOR WHAT I AM GETTING, WHICH IS NOTHINNNNNNNNNNG!
Was this premeditated? Did she buy the eclairs with the intent of hurling them? Or was it a split second mental breakdown? Did I actually witness someone go mad? Which is cooler: Pre-meditated eclair chuckage? Or just going crazy in a busy restaurant?
Is it weird that a part of me wants to sort of be her friend, so that I can analyze her? I mean, seriously, who raised this person? Who raises eclair chuckers?
If she had hit me, could I have pressed charges? Would she have to attend anger management?
So. Many. Thoughts. So. Much. Confusion.
The best part of the evening was getting to go on break early because the whole scene caused me to start giggling uncontrollably, therefore rendering me "unprofessional."
Who needs teaching when your fake-job is this awesome?