Yesterday, a patron who is always flamboyant and usually a delight to help, wore a T-Shirt that had a truly outrageous, crude and rude message of a carnal nature. I mean, it was offensive! In what was not my best moment of judgment, I suggested that he consider wearing something a lot less offensive the next time he was in.
Next thing I know, he is demanding my supervisor's address, wants to talk to Stonecold (if you can find her, be my guest), is getting his lawyer involved and so forth. My supervisor and I finally spoke to him together and I apologized profusely (which really made me mad as all get out, but it seemed the right thing to do) and ultimately, he and I ended up laughing over it.
What made it a snowflake moment for me is that he flat out admitted he had worn it to tick people off.