At one point in my life I had worked at a cafe and in this cafe there were all sorts of customers, some good and some bad. You also had your regulars who were good in a sense but could be demanding and irritating as hell. This story is about a man who came into our cafe one day and as soon as he arrived he was loud, obnoxious and rude.
I can remember him coming in the first time and he hollered out in sarcastic voice, "Who the hell runs this place?"
Nobody answered and he proceeded to sit down and only minutes later he barked, "What the hell does a guy have to do to get some sevice around here?"
Everyone ignored him and hoped that he would leave, but he didn't. He just sat there muttering out loud that he couldn't get any service. He finally got up and walked over to the counter to place an order. He then sat back down and I knew there was going to be an issue because we didn't serve the coffees to the tables. I finished making his coffee and hollered out, "Latte, extra hot, for Hank."
He heard me but just sat there and laughed to himself about having to get up and get his coffee. Finally after calling out his name three times I realized that he was not going to come and get it so I brought it over to him and he grunted in his raspy voice, "It's about God damn time you brought it over."
He then started talking to other customers and complaining loudly about the service. He barked out, "I've never seen anything like it. This place is a total joke."
He sat there like an arrogant jerk for hours nursing his cold latte and when he got bored he started hitting on the girls working there, calling them names like baby, sweetheart and honey. He then started to touch them as they walked by, asking them if they wanted to sit on his lap and begged sarcastically for a free coffee because his was cold. He sat there until closing and then finally got up and hollered, "This place is garbage. I'm never going to come here again."
That was good because nobody wanted him to. But around two in the afternoon the next day he came in, sat down, gave me a smirk, laughed and then said, "I'm baaaaaaack!"
We all ignored him and he started to get louder and louder. When his loudness didn't get him attention he started to make loud and obscene sexual remarks to the girls and customers. People began to leave the cafe so I called my manager downstairs and told him about the idiot with the raspy voice. The manger looked at me and said that he would call the police. The police came and took him away.
Then about a month later I was at a comedy club with several people from work and the man we had thrown out of the coffee shop was up on stage performing. We all started to heckle him relentlessly and he then started to cry like a baby and screamed into the microphone, "Why does everyone always pick at me?"
He then dropped the mic and ran off the stage sobbing uncontrollably.