5 seconds ago I walk into the fire hall of our back room. the place is huge, dimly lit, and chock full of pallets of boxes, tubs of stock with notes to employees, closed doors, cleaning equipment, giant forklifts etc
lady wandering around near the giant industrial freezers, having to squeeze her cart by flats of stock: omg are yall resetting stock back here? it's so crowded I can't move
me: ... ma'am this is the stockroom and an employees only area. I'm going to have to ask you to please leave, the is no purchaseable stock back here and guests aren't allowed back here due to threat of injury because of the heavy machinery and tall shelves.
lady: excuse me???? I didn't see a sign!!! who says I can't shop back here I was just looking for pasta!!
me: maam, it's on x aisle in grocery. please exit the backroom, guests are not allowed back here under any circumstances, it is against company policy, you could be seriously injured.
lady: WOW SO RUDE I JUST WANTED TO SHOP I CAN FIND MY OWN WAY OUT
and she knocked over a case of wine on her way out and bumped into a parked forklift. thank god the wine didn't break. only 4 1/2 more hours left.