And before I worked in a supermarket I refused to believe that some customers were self absorbed lunatics who firmly believed that, because their weekly shop paid my wages, they were entitled to treat the place like an extension of their own home. They’d complain if it was too loud, too quiet (we needed to jolly up, apparently), too cold, too hot, too busy, too clean (toilets out of use for the time it took to clean shit off the wall), not clean enough etc. Some of them truly believed that everything needed to be immediately adjusted to suit their personal preferences.
I didn’t believe that people would find it acceptable to have a picnic while they were doing their shopping and leave the stolen packaging behind random grocery items.
I didn’t believe that middle class professionals were probably bigger shoplifters than some teenager in a muddy tracksuit. But they bloody are. And then they’ve got the brass neck to be outraged when you politely ask them to pay for their shopping.
I didn’t believe that seemingly able bodied grown adults either wouldn’t be toilet trained or would enjoy leaving urine, faeces and other bodily fluids on the floor and walls, while a perfectly functional toilet was only inches away.
I didn’t believe that seemingly normal people would be so driven to incandescent rage by something so inconsequential that they would spit, hit, threaten to sexually assault, threaten to physically assault, and/or cause damage to stock but, again, I’ve seen heard or experienced all of those things.