Gather ‘round, kids; it’s time for a story from that wolf in your midst!.I spent ten years of my life working in retail, for a certain major pet-supply chain that also sells small animals, such as fish. And one day, while I was running a register, a guy came up with a cart full of stuff- including a fish. Now, the fish we sold were put in a bag with oxygenated air to help them survive the trip home, but our general rule was that they not be kept in the bag more than an hour to avoid the risk of suffocation..Well, the guy managed to forget his credit card and had to go home and get it, and asked that we keep his stuff aside for when he got back, which was easy enough. I asked him if he’d like us to put the fish in one of our reserve tanks in the back and re-bag it, but he insisted that he’d be back in plenty of time and to leave the fish in the cart..Well, an hour and fifteen minutes after he left (without so much as a call from him), I told one of the people working in the fish department to go ahead and take the fish back to the reserve tanks so it wouldn’t suffocate in the bag. When the guy returned forty-five minutes after THAT to buy what he’d left, I told him what had happened- and he EXPLODED at me, literally screaming at me at the top of his lungs that he’d told me to leave the fish in the bag and that’s what I should have done… and when told that the fish likely would’ve died in the bag, he literally said “I don’t care”. Naturally he went to another register to re-ring all of his stuff, but that didn’t prevent him from cursing me out over his shoulder the entire time..tl;dr version: Customers are imbeciles, and retail employment would’ve made a misanthrope out of Gandhi.