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    Category: Bad Behavior

    In Line And Out Of Line, Part 5

    | Sydney, NSW, Australia | At The Checkout, Bad Behavior

    (There’s a long line of customers with two staff members serving. The phone rings and my coworker answers.)

    Coworker: “Hi, this [Coworker]. How can I help you?”

    Customer: “Do you have [item] in stock? I need to buy one.”

    Coworker: *runs to check, comes back to the phone* “Yes, we have it in stock. Would you like me to hold one for you?”

    Customer: “Yes. I’ll be in to pick it up. My name is [Customer]. Good bye.”

    (My coworker goes back to serving the line. She serves two customers and then gets to the third one.)

    Customer: “Hi, I’m [Customer] and am here to pick up [item].”

    Coworker: “You called me while in the line?”

    Customer: “Yes. I am in a hurry and didn’t want to wait while you went to get the item.”

    Coworker: “Really? Did you realise that I had to spend extra time with the last two customers apologising to them because they were irate that I took a phone call while they were waiting? You would have been gone by now if you had simply waited your turn.”

    Related:
    In Line And Out Of Line, Part 4
    In Line And Out Of Line, Part 3
    In Line And Out Of Line, Part 2
    In Line And Out Of Line

    Timeshare Beware

    | HI, USA | Bad Behavior, Spouses & Partners, Tourists/Travel

    (My wife and I are forced to sit in a timeshare presentation as part of our reduced cost stay at a resort. We had already decided it would be crazy for us to buy a timeshare as we have not yet even bought our own house.)

    Salesman: “So, can you tell us your personal priorities?”

    (My wife, who is an Ivy-League educated lawyer who works in not-for-profit human rights law, speaks up.)

    My Wife: “Money… Power! RESPECT!”

    (The salesman looks surprised while I turn to my wife:)

    Me: “Well, I guess I didn’t know we had such different priorities… for me it i about the little things… blunts, bling, and b****es!”

    (They really hated us.)

    This Customer Is Phoney

    | Leeds, England, UK | Bad Behavior, Family & Kids, Liars & Scammers, Technology

    (It’s the early 2000s, and my dad and I are at my grandma’s house. We see a salesman making his way around the street, and my dad says he’ll deal with him when he gets to us.)

    Salesman: “Hello, sir! I’d just like to talk to you about your telephone service.”

    Dad: “Sorry, I don’t believe in phones.”

    Salesman: “You… don’t believe in phones?”

    Dad: “No, I don’t. I don’t think they’ll ever catch on.”

    (At this point, I’m not sure if the salesman is playing along or genuinely believes him.)

    Salesman: “Oh, but sir! Telephones are very popular now! Everybody uses them! Some people even have small ones they can carry around with them!”

    Dad: “That sounds ridiculous! Nope. Sorry, I’m not interested. Goodbye!”

    (He then returned inside, and picked up one of his three mobile phones to send a text message.)

    A Sizeable Problem

    | CA, USA | Bad Behavior, Crazy Requests, Extra Stupid

    (I work in a high-end retail store. It is very well known and we carry a lot of high end clothing brands. There are a few different types of sizing. It is incredibly busy and I have a ton of things in my hands. I have an injury so I shouldn’t be carrying this much.)

    Customer: “Hi. Can you help me?”

    Me: “One moment, please. My hands are completely full. I will be back in just one moment, though.”

    (I drop the merchandise in a dressing room and come back out and she blocks my way, speaking just two inches from my face.)

    Customer: “I need to try this on now! You have weird sizes and this is the only one my size!”

    (I look at the size and her and clearly she will not fit in the item.)

    Me: “Oh, this company runs very small. Can I grab another size for you? The four might be a little tight.”

    Customer: “No, I am a four.”

    Me: “If you usually wear a four dress size, you might still want to go up a couple of sizes. This brand runs very small.”

    Customer: “No. A four is extra large and I don’t think they make any bigger!”

    Me: “Oh, no. [Brand] is sized using dress sizes such as two, four, six, eight, ten. A four is the dress size.”

    Customer: “No, it is not.”

    Me: “Yes, ma’am, it is.”

    Customer: “No, you are wrong. It is one, two, three, four.  Four is extra large.”

    Me: “I am sorry, ma’am, I know that some companies do use that sizing and others use the dress size and many jeans are actually in inches. The shirt you have is [Brand] and they use dress sizes.”

    Customer: “No, they don’t. You have no idea what you are talking about! You are wrong! You are too young to know anything! You are wrong. A four is XL!”

    (I am 28 but I have been selling this brand since I was 14.)

    Me: “Okay. Go ahead and try the four.”

    (I walked away. The customer tried it on and then told us it is sized wrong.)

    The Sweet Taste Of Karma

    | Milford, CT, USA | At The Checkout, Bad Behavior, Bizarre, Rude & Risque

    (I am a hostess at a restaurant. There is a regular who comes in with a woman, and the two of them seem to be in their 70s, although the woman seems more like his sister or caregiver than his wife. The man walks with a cane, and is constantly hitting on every woman he sees in the restaurant, to the point where a few of the servers get a little creeped out. On this day, the man has been hitting on everyone like normal, and right before he walks out, he stops at a jar of candy we have at the host stand near a sign that says, ‘guess how many candies and win!’)

    Old Woman: “Those aren’t for eating, they’re for guessing.”

    Old Man: *to me* “What do I get if I win?”

    Me: “You win the jar of candy.”

    Old Man: “Can I win the person who put the candy IN the jar instead?” *winks*

    Me: “… Well, if you really want to, sure.”

    Old Man: *gives me a huge, creepy grin*

    Me: “That would be our manager. [Male Manager's Name].”

    Old Man: *drops smile completely* “Oh. Never mind.” *leaves*


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