u/ConsciousShirt1132

I know I’m not the only one who has noticed this, but I've worked in retail and fast food for about five years, and I’ve seen a certain level of entitlement that goes beyond stupidity. It's become more and more obvious and increasingly scary, because many customers have even resorted to physical violence over certain issues. It’s gotten worse over time. In the last year, I’ve had at least five men and quite a few women yell at me, talk to me like I’m a dog—literally call me a dog—call me sexist and racist slurs, and make accusations. Some even try to physically assault me by coming behind the counter. This is becoming more and more concerning, as I now feel scared and have developed some PTSD because of it. Am I the only one noticing the rapid increase in customers shifting from being merely annoying to being verbally, emotionally, and physically violent, on top of exhibiting abusive behaviors? Maybe tell me your stories in the comments?

As the title says. Asking for a friend.

It's been a year and a half since we had any contact. After everything I did to support and help, I was always just trying to be kind. I thought you needed support in return, but you belittled me, talked about my body, and spoke badly about everyone. You always one-upped everyone, insisted you had the worst life, and were constantly in crisis and acting like the victim. You'd say something rude and then claim, "why am I the bad guy all of a sudden." You'd say, "I'd never do that," and "I'm hurt, you'd think that way about me." You constantly needed support but never gave any. You got mad that you didn't get enough support about your under the table job while me and your friends moved from abusive homes got into a car crash and was unemployed from store closer THEN flaunted your money when you live off your disabled mom at 25 and say, "don't have to buy food or pay bills, all my money is for outfits." You aren't that smart, though, thinking you could tell me, "I just want you to be proud of me," while telling my literal roommate, "I can do it if I want. Y'all did it to me," after I showed her things I got for an event I paid for her to attend. You only got a job after I stopped paying for you. After years of claiming, "my anxiety is too high to work," you're so fake. Riding trans men's cases until they ghost you—after four times, it's not on them anymore. I tried to understand, and even though you took advantage of that kindness, it didn't kill me or change who I am. I'm still kind and open, but not to you. You’ve taught me a lot about who I want to be around and who I don't. I'm happy without you in my life; my life is very stress-free, and I work out my issues using the same communication I used with you. It shows that the drama was never me; it was your inability to reciprocate because your ego was too high. You needed to make sure you felt in control and had power, even at the expense of the people who supported you—buying you food, taking you out of an abusive environment, and respecting the fact that you didn't want to leave, even when they yelled at you every day. You lost six great and amazing people that I still talk to and enjoy the company of almost two years later. I don’t know what you have now, but it's not this kind of happiness. It was never me who was the issue; it was you. How's that for closure?