I had a stake in the company because my parents owned the shop I worked in. But I still didn’t care when some dickhead threatened me with a “you just lost a cistomer.” My dad told me not to take shit from asshole customers if I knew for sure I was not in the wrong. They usually came crawling back a week after pretending nothing ever happened.

Oh and he also told me to provide the best service we could to the normal customers so that they become our favourite customers.