In the 00s, I was in my 20s & had applied for a cashier job at a truck stop (say what you will, but I grew up near a truck stop & was very used to the CB lingo & salty language from truckers. Caused a few problems with my mom). I came in early on the day the guy told me to.
I show up & I’m out there, waiting for about 15 mins (this was about 20 years ago, details are hazy). After a time, the employee sticks his head in the back & notifies the manager I’m here for the interview. I clearly heard, “Oh, for f***s sake, was there one today?” …yeah, this is off to a good start…
The manager proceeds to berate & dress me down for the next 10 minutes IN FRONT OF THEIR CUSTOMERS, going on about all the reason he wouldn’t hire me & my appearance (I was looking like a normal 20-something male, I wasn’t wearing anything that would be considered “scandalous” for a conservative state in 2000s). He then ends on a “I’m late for an appointment, get the fuck out of here.”
I stormed out, beyond furious. My best friend had pulled up to see how it went. When I told him everything, he almost went in to punch the guy.