I work in a gaming arcade, so yes, I encountered stupid customers and complaints every moment, of every day. I suppose I could cover some highlights, so I think I shall.
I work as an attendant. That's not manager, nor regional manager, just attendant. It's a simple, bottom-level job. So, as I make my attendance rounds, I'm approached by a woman, furious that a machine took her tokens, yet did not give her any games. This is a frequent problem, so I ask her which machine. She walks me to a machine that has an out of order sign hanging on the screen, the same machine, which is very clearly turned off. I tell her, as non-sarcastically as I can, "Ma'am, the machine took your money because the machine is turned off."
"Well," was her instant reply, "turn it on."
"I'm afraid I can't do that."
"And whyyy not?" Oh cute, she was looking down on me at this point.
"Because it's broken, ma'am."
"Why ain't you fixed it?" Oh, beautiful vocabulary, ma'am.
"I'm afraid to say the part we need hasn't come in yet, I'll be glad to refund your tokens, though. How much did you put in the machine?"
I figured 2, since it was two per play. Pretty obvious assumption, as I slid my hand into my comp-token pocket. "Ten."
"Ten?" I ask, making sure I heard that right.
"Mmmm-hm!" She replied, gesturing about the machine, "Ya'll gonna fix it soon?"
"Yes ma'am," I said, comping her the maximum allowed 8 tokens, "as soon as the part comes in. Let me know if you have any more questions."
"'Kay." She said, leaning over to put two more tokens into the clearly broken arcade. Safe to say, I had to put tape over the coin slots before she'd stopped. Dear God, was common sense all but lost?
Another incident, another one that is very dear to my heart. We've had one machine that was nothing but a headache. Broke constantly, never did as it was supposed to, but most definitely the most popular machine. I sure as hell couldn't figure it out, but I'm just a grunt, so I couldn't very well remove it. Well, I get a knock on the office door (required to be closed when counting and changing money, especially where the safe is concerned), and I open it to find a very irate looking woman, and her small child crying into her leg. "One 'a ya'll's machines is broken."
"Okay, which one?" Please don't be the one I'm thinking...
She walked me to the monolithic yellow doom-arcade. "This one."
"Okay, what did it do?"
"Well, I pressed the prize button, and it ain't drop the prize." Figures...
"Okay, lemme try something." I tested the coin drop, and the prize sleeve, they both worked, but the prize was stuck, and wouldn't drop.
"Ma'am, it doesn't seem to be working right, please try another prize from the same bracket."
"Can ya'll make this one work?"
I didn't have the keys to open that part of the cabinet, much less the tools or the technical knowledge to fix that kinda faulty design. "No ma'am, but there is a similar (only different color) prize on this arm over here."
"She," motioning to her daughter, "ain't want that one."
"I'm afraid there's nothing I can do for that, ma'am."
"Ya'll can't? What's yer name, kid?"
Oh ho, I can see where this is headed. Screw the fact that my name was pretty clearly written on my employee lanyard. "Taylor, ma'am."
"Well, Taylor, lemme talk to ya'll's manager."
Fun... "The manager isn't in, ma'am."
"Can ya'll call him?"
At home? Not just no, but hell "No ma'am. Although he will be in tomorrow morning, until then, I can refund some of the tokens you put in this machine. How many did you use?"
"Eight dollas." Dear God, the prize was a miniature slinky... And very clearly over my maximum allotted.
"I'm afraid I can't refund that much ma'am." She's already asked for your manager, think fast, skippy. "How about I refund as much as I'm allowed to, which is 8 tokens, and give you a 50 ticket or less prize from the counter (Which had larger slinkies, oddly enough)?"
"Okay." She said, got her daughter a big, colorful slinky, and left the store, all smiles.
A complaint was ready for me when I got to work the next afternoon. The hell is wrong with people?
I could go on and on, with nothing but similar instances of human stupidity. But, that's for later, when I'm feeling less tired.