I spent a few years working in a bikini shop. Now, it's just not fun when you have ladies getting their boobs out expecting you to help them dress. I mean, we sure do have to help them dress and fit the togs for them but i don't exactly enjoy seeing their puppies in all their glory... especially the real 'mature' ones! *cries from mental images burnt into memory*
Or during sale time in other ladies' fashion stores; signs all over shop say 'prices a marked!' And you have people repeatedly asking, 'how much is this one?' READ THE TAG, GENIUS! *brain implodes from fatal levels of surrounding stupidity*
Then at a vet clinic people would come in asking if i can just 'give them the meds (without seeing the vet)' for their dog who has a sore paw, or a watery eye, or is passing blood, or won't stop barking... NO, IDIOT, BOOK A CONSULT. Or they turn up 20 minutes late for their appointment and expect to be seen immediately, only to then get cranky when you explain that because they missed their appointed time they will have to wait for the vet to see to the people waiting who were actually on time for theirs. YOU. LADY. WITH THE YAPPY LITTLE FLUFF-THING THE IS SCARING THE CATS AND UPSETTING THE OTHER DOGS BEFORE I PROBABLY HAVE TO GET BLOOD SAMPLES FROM THEM. GET OFF YOUR PHONE AND SHUT IT UP. uuuuuuuuughhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh
Oooooooooooohhhhhhh i just remembered one i presume i blocked from my memory, sigh. Used to be a mobile dog washer, you know with the trailer and hybrobath and all that... There was one dog on my Tuesday run every fortnight that got me so stressed out in ancitipation of the horrors to come. We always confirmed the baths the day before so this owner always knew we were coming and half the time he just wasn't home. Now, easy enough for him to just leave the end of a powercord under the garage door so i could at least plug in to wash the dog, but he never even did that. He wife would always be home but i must have looked like some serial axe-murderer because she never answered the door for me. Then there was the dog itself, Missy a Golden Retreiver who was left all day in the dirt yard with nothing to do. She was so matted that she hated the baths because they hurt so much, i would have to muzzle her to be safe. I even went against my boss' direct instructions NOT to take clippers out there to shave off the matts (around her tail, between her legs, all along her belly, behind her ears and dwn her throat) so that they would bring her in for proper grooming. So i did it anyway one day for the sake of the dog and copped i hiding from the owner, not like he cared he never took the dog anywhere and bought it for his daughter who is terrified of dogs anyway. Besides all of that the wife would always call up the shop after i left (instead of just calling me) to complain that i hadn't actually washed the dog because she was covered in mud. Mind you, the yard was completely grass-less and convered in bare dirt, put a damp dog in there and what do you think is going to happen? Wasn't allowed to put her inside or chain her up to her kennel. More often than not my boss would just send me back to do it again knowing full well that it would just happen all over again! ARGH!
Definately do not love thy customer, poke 'em in the eye with a pointy stick instead! *stop that, annoying customer!*