Anna R.
Yelp
Hoo boy. This just happened a couple hours ago. I'm the only customer in here, and I'm browsing the sale section in the back, so you can't really see me. This guy, big paunchy white guy, maybe late 40s, tinted shades, looks like the encyclopedia illustration for "80s porn director", comes in, and starts screaming at the one salesgirl in the place, this petite young woman. Apparently she'd been a couple hours late coming in and opening up. The guy must've been the owner; among other, more obscene things, he was shrieking about how much money he'd lost that morning.
I know running a small business is stressful, some employees can be difficult, yada yada, but seriously, you guys weren't there. Firing someone is one thing, doing it angrily is another thing (and he did both), but this guy sounded really unhinged, yelling really vulgar hateful stuff at the top of his voice. I don't care if this girl was the worst employee in the history of wage labor (and she wasn't, for the record, lateness notwithstanding -- she'd just been extremely friendly and helpful showing me around the store), you can't scream at anyone in a way that makes random bystanders fear for their literal safety.
So I come out of the back and tell him that he can't speak to another person like that no matter what, and this guy starts yelling at me. So not only is he being an a******, but he's actually so deranged that he doesn't have the wherewithal to tone it down when speaking to a customer. At this point I'm seriously freaked out at his behavior, and he's much bigger than both of us, and I start moving my hand toward the mace in my bag. But the girl and I both wisely leave, with him screaming at our backs, and I walk her to her car, her crying and me trying to reassure her that whatever job she gets next can't possibly be worse than working for that guy.
Oh, and the actual shoes were mad overpriced for the quality and like five years out of style to boot, so, y'know, good luck with that.