In my teens I worked in a Primark. I earned £2.30 an hour, and my God, I should've been paid a lot more in danger money.
I was covering the returns desk one afternoon, busy Saturday, and there was a queue. A lady comes to the front, immediate attitude problem about the wait-back then there was just one person in returns in a small cubby to the side. 16 year old me apologised and pointed out it was busy and I was trying to get through people as quick as possible.
She gets her returns out the bag, and it's underwear. There are signs everywhere in that department saying no returns. There is a sign in the returns bit saying it too.
So I say, I'm so sorry madam, we cannot accept a return on underwear.
She then gets really angry. Tells me I will be doing a return, and I best do it now it else. I said I'm very sorry but there's nothing I can do.
She starts shouting that I'm accusing her of having a dirty undercarriage, that I'm insinuating she's unclean.
Again, I say no, it's not my policy, it's the rules.
So, she says, "you'll fucking regret this you little slag". She turned and walked off.
I'm thinking she is going to wait for me to finish work, and wondered if my boss would mind me phoning my boyfriend at the time who worked in a shop up the road to give me a lift and meet me outside. (Pre-mobiles).
Next thing I know, I've heard an almighty roar, and can see her, running at me, snarling like a wild animals.
I had a split second to get through a door that led to a little space with one door to the changing rooms, and one to the staff carpark, along with the door I flew through as she vaulted over the desk with some impressive skill. I locked it just as she hit it with her full body weight and could hear her screaming and smashing the door, first with her fist and feet, and after with the metal rail we put clothes on that were returned, which she pulled the top off and used as a battering ram.
An older staff member came through the changing room door and checked what was going on, and radioed upstairs to get someone to call police
They came swiftly and she was taken down by 4 male officers as she was totally wild.
My boss, god bless him, sorted me a cab home and gave me £50 bonus.
For weeks after my dad used to pick me up in case she ever came back. She was taken to court and fined.
I am always polite to shop staff. They don't earn enough and don't deserve customers being rude.