Oh I have a good one. I worked at a paint store for like 15 years. One day, this guy drives up in a Mercedes, wearing a Burberry scarf, and asks me for “Black Marine Paint.” We were a housepaint store so I told him we didn’t have it, we didn’t sell paint for boats, and what was he wanting to paint. He said he wanted to paint his front door, and the doors at Buckingham palace are painted with black marine paint, and did I know what he meant. I said I didn’t know about the doors on Buckingham palace, and he indignantly says, “What?! It famous like the doors of the White House!” I told him I wasn’t familiar with the doors of the white house either.

But I start showing him some oil based paint and he seems happy with it. He’s about to buy when he asks what he should do to strip the paint off of his door, since its latex and this new paint is oil. His eyes narrow and he skeptically asks me, “can you put latex over oil?” I said sure, if you use a primer. He gets real angry and, as two new customers walk in, screams, “You’re a fucking idiot!” storms out and gets into his Mercedes which the two women had parked beside.

They give me a look, I shrug and walk over to help them pick out colors. When they are done they go out to there car, but a minute later come back and ask me I I knew the guy, and to come outside.

Someone, I presume the Burberry guy, had kicked in the door to their car, leaving a huge foot shaped dent. I assume he thought it was my car or something.

I’ve definitely had bad experiences at that job, but that entitled freak stands out to in my memory years later