I only had an hour to go on my shift at work yesterday when the "night shift" cashiers started coming in. One young lady had just clocked in when she received a phone call. It was a debt collector, violating every law on Earth by calling her at her job, and this asshole threatened and berated her until she started sobbing. Not crying, SOBBING. She was so upset that she asked if she could go home.
This lady is a person who cries at the drop of a hat, but she shows up on time, does her job, and doesn't fucking sass-talk me, so she's a valuable employee; and I'll be ass-raped if I'm going to let some bottom-feeding piece of human garbage fuck with her.
Luckily, she had written down the number and extension so she could call him back and continue to be harangued at a later time. I went into the back office, closed the door, and called the number myself.
Me: Did you just call here and talk to (name withheld)?
Vulture: Yes, she has an outstanding debt...
Me (interrupting): Well, this is a place of business and we don't give a fuck about her outstanding debt.
Vulture (dripping with condescension): And who are you?
Me: WHO AM I? I'M THE FUCKING ANTI-CHRIST, MOTHERFUCKER! IF YOU EVER - EVER!!!! - CALL MY EMPLOYEE HERE AGAIN I'LL RIP THE PHONE FROM HER HAND AND SET OFF AN AIR-RAID SIREN INTO THE RECEIVER THAT WILL FUCKING DEAFEN YOU!! YOU'LL NEVER HEAR OUT OF THAT EAR FOR THE REST OF YOUR MISERABLE LIFE. ARE WE CLEAR?
Vulture: Well, blahblahblah...
Me: Good day, sir.
Me: I SAID 'GOOD DAY'! (With that I slammed down the phone)
I've always wanted to end a conversation like that! I had to stifle laughter the whole time.
And anyone who is thinking "He was just doing his job", well fuck that. His job sucks and he's a cold blooded scavenger of human misery. I hope his herpes gets Aids.