If you do this, I'll hunt you down and kill you

Why is it when people walk into a retail establishment they turn into the worst version of themselves? Or is this how they act all the time? I can't imagine there are that many jerk offs in Perrysburg, but maybe I'm being naive. Maybe they are all really jerk offs, and if so I feel bad for their family's. The last few days at work have been customers from hell days. Let me give you an example, without getting too retaily on you. Today I was resetting the rubber stamps (I work at Michaels, a reset is when we get new stuff and have to switch around the shelves and whatnot). This was a huge job which I probably won't be done with until Saturday, so I put up closed signs on the ends of the aisle so no one could come down and trip on all the stuff I had laying around. Needless to say about half a dozen irritating women huffed and puffed about not being able to buy a bloody stamp. Is it really that important? I litterally had every loose stamp off the shelf and in baskets, there was no way to find anything, I was obviously overwhelmed with the enormity of the project and all they can do is bitch. And then the one that took the cake, this old bat comes in and starts complaining about how far she had to drive and how all she wanted to do was look at the stamps and what a big inconvieniece it was. What the hell was I supposed to do? Blink my eyes or wiggle my nose and magically it would have been done? Don't you think I would have done that to begin with if I could? I just hate it when people bitch at me about stuff I have no control over and they know I have no control over. I just want to look at them and say "What do you want me to do about it?" at which they would say there's nothing I could do and there you go. Alright, enough of my bitching now. Go have a happy day!