I used to work in a Game stop by me and We used to accept DVDs for cash trade.
Now this attracted a bunch of... Strange people to our store but one experiences will forever be burned into my mind.
One day we had these two VERY obese customers. They where either brother and sister or husband and wife. They came up to my counter with four or five sacks full of DVDs As they put them on my counter they also proceeded to rest their excess belly fat on my display case with windows on it so you could see the games in the case. The man has a huge bushy beard and his wife/sister has a beard almost as bushy as her brother/husband. When they get to the counter I am hit With THE MOST HORRIFIC SMELL YOU HAVE EVER SMELLED. It was the smell of death. I would rather be stuck in a port-a-potty out side a Mexican restraunt with a broken bathroom on a deserted highway in a desert at 120F degrees than smell that smell again. I wanted to run, it must hae struck some kind od GET THE FUCK AWAY DEATH IS COMMING thing with me.
But I said to him "Hello How are you today how can I help you?"
The brother/husband says to me "We have these DVD's to trade in we would like cash for them"
along with those words rolling out of his mouth game the worst case of halitosis you have ever imagined. Its like he brushed his teethe with shit flavored toothpaste and a moldy old piece of bread as the brush. He puts one of the four sacks on the counter and dumps the DVDs out. They are all from the bargain bin at wal-mart. Not only that but they have some kind od black magled fur INSIDE the plastic casing of the DVDs.
So i pick up the first DVD check the Disc and ring it in as a trade in. the SKU does not come up. that means it is a generic DVD and we have to look it up individually each time. With this fat man and his wife/sister breathing at me while the smell of them makes me want to take a shower. I politely excuse my self for a moment to go into the back room. When I get back there my co worker asks me what is going on. I explain to him the situation and we come up with a plan. We will each hold our breath for as long as we can and ring in as many DVDs as we can and switch off when the other needs to breath.
After a few min of this we are making decent headway. with the sacks of bargain DVDs. then While im out on the floor taking my turn the front door opens I hear a little kid come running up to the display that the two "Filth monsters"(Thats what we called them when they were not around) were resting their excess fat on. He runs up to the Game boy advanced game and Screams "Yay Gameboy...." then he stops.. and vomits right into his hands. His mother hears him throw up and runs up to her son and Said "Honey are you... Oh My god what is that smell?!?!" She picks up her son (Still holding his puke) and runs out of my store.
Finally after my co worker and I finish up the transaction and the filth mosters are gone we notice that there is a crust of something on out counter where they were resting their fat.
That was the single worst retail experice ive had