At the grocery store one time, I picked up an item and put it in the cart. At the next aisle, I changed my mind about the item and put it on the shelf in the wrong aisle where it does not belong. So if you see a jar of Nutella among the olive oil bottles, you’ll know it was me who shopped there earlier.
When the change room lady gives you the plastic tag thingy with a number on it indicating how many articles of clothing you want to try on, normal people make a mental note to remember to return it. One time I forgot it in the changeroom. If the changeroom lady hadn’t barked at me so rudely for having made an honest mistake, I would have gone back to get it. But the derogatory tone of her voice pissed me off so I ignored her. When she called me back to tell her which room I had been in I ignored her more and left the store. I was particularily happy about the fact that this was a large store and had at least 30 stalls in it. 😏
When sales people, religious solicitors or political reps come to my door, I typically tell them politely that we are not interested in anything they have to say and gently close the door. One time some arrogant asshole with a clearly fake-looking id clipped to his jacket tried to sell me a water heater. He got a lecture about how he obviously can’t read the No Soliciting sign posted to my front screen at which point he tried to engage me in an argument that he wasn’t soliciting. “YOU WANT TO ARGUE WITH ME?” I yelled at him through the screen door. “BRING IT ON! I LIVE WITH TEENAGERS!”
At one grocery store I frequent about twice a week there is a heavily made-up, overweight and rather mopy cashier girl who works there on weekends. She has impractically long, painted nails, blue and green eyeshadow (she’s 20ish but clearly into the retro 80s) and is extremely heavy. Maybe she’s umcomfortable which would explain her bad attitude and demeanor. As she scans the items through she places them into my cloth bags with no rhyme or reason – tomatoes and grapes first, milk carton and potatoes on top. That kind of thing. So I suggested to her one time that she place all cold items (dairy, meat) in one bag and to hand me the produce, I would pack it myself. Instead of doing that, she continues to scan the items as if she didn’t hear me (she did) but at half the pace, barely acknowledging my stretched out hand. So I put an evil spell on her and hoped she would break every last of her fake nails. 😈 (Not really. 😂 She just really irritated me and I never choose that register anymore when she’s working.)