K. Here is what makes me cringe. My now-cuckoo voice. Eh! Tonight, it was so bad that it peeped, crackled, cackled, cut out, jumped half an octave, and otherwise sounded like an old-school radio that needed to go to the repair shop. A few times it sounded like a huffy old organ. The OP's experience still makes me wonder about the the location they visited from the perspective of how it was as a workplace. That is not cringe-worthy. That is just me, whose hackles rise about a foot every time I hear about a familiar sort of job/experience/have a red flag or deja vu moment and I know there might be a 'the rest of the story' that can be understood but not told. The part that can now be told is swapping places. If I were working that location and this OP came in for a shop, I might have scared the scrap out of them with my voice. That report would be accurate but it would not mean that I intentionally sneered, yelled, tried to embarrass them, or otherwise find a place for myself in the forum. Mind you, if the store had a policy of permitting customers to browse, I could have been praised for saying nothing and doing nothing.
My garden in England is full of eating-out places, for heat waves, warm September evenings, or lunch on a chilly Christmas morning. (Mary Quant)