One time while working at EB Games, this guy walks into the store in a strange huff, a large white box in his hands. He more or less rushes to the front counter and just plops this box right on there. Just as suddenly he enters, he leaves without saying a word. My assistant manager and I peer into the box to see what the guy left, nervous that he might have left some awful or dangerous surprise. Inside, there lay a PS2 with two controllers. We had no idea who he was, as we never saw him the store and never saw him again. I can only guess as to what circumstance caused him to drop his console off at a game retailer without a word said.
Two summers ago, I worked at Universal Studios Hollywood as a ticket seller at the front gate. It's always hectic, dealing with hundreds of people forking over thousands of dollars (I usually handled about $10,000-$12,000 a day from tickets, front of line passes, etc.). One bright, sunny day, this French woman (I could tell by the thick accent) wanted to buy four tickets with a coupon (I forget what the discount was). The coupon had expired. Our system only has the coupons currently in circulation, and it scanned the barcode or accepted the barcode number. I tell her that the coupon is good since it's expired. She tells me that it's fine. I tell her that it's not; I cant give her the discount she wants. She asks why not, to which I respond helpfully with the reason stated above. She starts yelling about how she has tons and tons of these coupons at her home (the expiration date on them was from two years before) and how she really wanted that discount. I still calmly and warmly try to explain that even if I wanted to, I couldn't because that particular discount was not in the system. Then she throws a shit-fit. I have to give her that discount...it wasn't fair...I was trying to screw her over. Then she brings her husband, who appeared to be somewhere north of eighty. He proceeds to give me shit and demands that I call a supervisor. I do so, and the supervisor explains the same exact thing for more than five minutes. Five minutes doesn't seem like a long time, but when you're standing in the California heat in the middle of summer with no shade, five minutes is a fucking eternity. Eventually, they accept their fate and buy their fully priced tickets. The French gal said absolutely nothing as she paid. I could feel the disdain she held for me. Maybe I shouldn't have asked her to get a front of line pass (an extra $60) because when I did, she ripped the tickets from the counter, made an audible "HMPH!", and left. On one level, I felt kinda sorry. On another, I felt they were self-entitled assholes who didn't like hearing "No."
Ah, fun times. There's also the scalpers, but that's another story.