Here's a man-hate story since I just remembered it again. So I was working at my first retail job, which was this clothing/furniture store of some sort, business wasn't doing great for them, yada yada. Anyway, my current chore was to arrange the bathroom area, which was basically the towels, rags, and bathmat section of the place. Dude in his 40s or early 50s, kind of tall, medium build walks up to me holding two black bathmats and asks if we got anymore black bathmats in the back because he needed 3 of them for some reason. 'The back' of the store wasn't the extra storage of the store he was thinking, so I politely said "No, we don't have any more of those specific mats in the back." He gets irritated, and keep in mind I was clearly a teenage girl, and I was pretty scrawny and mousey too. He says, "Well can't you just check on your phone thing if there's anymore in stock?" No, dumbass, it doesn't work like that. I remain polite and respond. "No, I'm positive there's no more black bathmats like those in the store." Then say sorry for the inconvenience. Dude flies off the handle and goes "Wow, so much for customer service! They really outta--" something something ooga booga, I don't remember. He storms off pretending to be all macho and intimidating to a clearly young girl just trying to do her job. Funny thing is, I guess Mr. Macho was still nervous about getting in trouble since he threw the purposely wadded up bathmats on the floor...the next aisle over where I couldn't see him. Good thing is that just looking at his beer belly and reddened face I can clearly tell he's had cardiac issues in the past. Hopefully, the extreme stress of that experience of not getting another bathmat contributes to his next heart attack.
TLDR: Man doesn't get what we wants and has a mini chimp out trying to intimidate a young female employee.