Entitled Customer Threw Fresh Juice at Me – I’m Not a Doormat, So I Taught Her a Lesson She Won’t Forget
This is a tale of fresh juice, a dash of humility, and a twist of karma. Prepare to savor every drop.
The moment I stepped into the health food store that morning, I knew there was something peculiar in the air. Sure, the usual aroma of fresh produce and herbal teas was there to greet me, but something else was brewing.
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“Hey, Grace! Ready for another thrilling day in juice bar paradise?” Ally, my coworker, called out.
I chuckled. “Absolutely! Can’t wait to see which entitled customer makes my day.” Little did I know…
Miss Pompous, our pet name for a particularly demanding customer, skipped no cue to enter our story. Ally whispered, “Heads up, Grace. The Queen of Mean just arrived.”
My stomach tightened. Here we go…
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The bell chimed and in she walked, her heels clattering like she owned the joint. “Carrot juice. Now,” she demanded, barely acknowledging my existence. Oh joy!
With a forced smile, I got to work, feeling her eyes scan my every move.
She took one sip, her face transforming in disgust. What followed was a scene worthy of every drama series: a full cup of juice chucked right at my face. “What is this garbage? Are you trying to poison me?”
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The cold liquid splashing over me almost froze my brain. The humiliation was flaming hot, though. What now?
Mr. Weatherbee, our over-apologetic manager, scampered over. “I’m so sorry for the inconvenience, ma’am. Grace, let’s fix this.” I bit my tongue.
Enter Plan Genius.
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With Mr. Weatherbee distracted, I reached into the fridge, pulling out the ugliest, gnarliest carrot I could find. She watched me, her eyes sparkling with terrible joy.
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“One moment, please,” I cooed, with an Oscar-winning smile. Feeding Mr. Monster Carrot into the juicer, I let the chaos unfold. Juice sprayed everywhere, Miss Pompous’s designer purse included.
Her shriek of horror? Music to my ears.
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“My bag!” she screeched. “You idiot! Look what you’ve done!”
“Oh no! So sorry, ma’am… Total accident!” I replied, failing spectacularly at hiding my grin.
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Missing the show’s finale would be tragic, but I slipped away as she clutched her juicy bag and stormed out.
Next day, the sequel arrived quickly. Miss Pompous returned, gunning for blood. Mr. Larson, our calm and collected owner, joined the fray as tempers flared.
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“Let’s review the footage,” he suggested. Uh-oh.
The security cameras had witnessed all, including the artistic splatter of carrot juice on the designer bag. Silence filled the room.
Mr. Larson, the epitome of patience, broke the silence. “Ma’am, it seemed to be an unhappy accident after you assaulted my staff. If anyone has grounds for legal action, it’s us. Please leave and don’t return. We prioritize the dignity of our employees above monetary gain.”
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Her face was priceless as she stormed out one last time, juices dripping all the while. This wasn’t just a win for me but a sweet reminder of self-worth—served cold and sticky.
Have you ever had a run-in with a “Miss Pompous” in your life? Share your tales of karma in action. We could all do with a bit of sweet justice now and again!
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