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Where I work, I have to talk to customers through a window using a mic/speaker, and I have a customer who has like 50 "too loud? too bad!" stickers plastered all over his car, and he used to constantly show up blaring music at absurd volumes.
He'd walk up to my window and I couldn't hear a damn word he said, and when I told him I couldn't hear him he couldn't fucking hear me either. It took several visits before he learned to turn his music down before coming to my window. He's the dumbest customer I've ever had, I stg.
There were also a couple times where a customer actually opened his door and turned his music off themselves so that they could tell me what they wanted.