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Cause For Pregnant Pause, Part 7

| USA | Bad Behavior, Health & Body

(I am folding clothes with a coworker in the maternity section of a large chain department store. My coworker and I are both in our early 20s. The racks are tall enough so you can only see our heads and shoulders. A middle aged woman approaches us from behind.)

Customer: “When are you ladies due?”

(I step around the rack and hold up my badge so she can clearly see I’m an employee and that I’m not pregnant.)

Me: “Oh, no, ma’am. We are just straightening up the department. Neither of us are expecting.”

Customer: “Oh, well, I guess you’re not.” *turning to my coworker* “When are you due?”

Coworker: “I’m actually not pregnant either.”

Customer: “Of course you are!”

Coworker: “No, ma’am, I assure you I’m not.”

Customer: “Don’t be silly. When are you due?”


(The customer gets ready to say something else but just walks away.)

Coworker: “I’m never wearing this sweater again…”

Me: “I’m never working in the maternity section again.”

Cause For Pregnant Pause, Part 6
Cause For Pregnant Pause, Part 5
Cause For Pregnant Pause, Part 4

Won’t Find Modern Software In Modern Society

| London, England, UK | Bad Behavior, Bigotry

Customer: “Hi, yeah, I’m interested in buying some of your software but I got to know one thing.”

Me: “Sure, we’ll try and help in any way we can.”

Customer: “F***, I’m glad to hear that. Now listen; you got any of them f*gs or tree-huggers working for you? I can’t buy from you if you have.”

Me: “Okay, sir, the religion or preferences of our staff is not up for discussion as it isn’t relevant to our software.”

Customer: “I f**king KNEW it! You’re the eighth firm I’ve called today!”

Playstation Depreciation

| NH, USA | Bad Behavior, Technology

(It’s near the end of my first day on the job and I’m still apprehensive. A customer calls the store and the manager picks up.)

Manager: “Yes, sir, we do have PS2 games, but they’re so old that they’re actually not in our system anymore; they’re just permanently marked down and sitting in the bins. The only way we could find a specific one for you is if we physically searched through each one.”


Manager: “No, sir. As I said, we do have them but if you want a specific one, you would have to find it yourself in our bins. I’m sorry, but those games are very old and as I said, the specific titles are just not in our system anymore.”

(Another pause, and I actually hear the customer screaming “YOU JUST LOST MY BUSINESS!” over the phone.)

Manager: “Yes, sir, I’m sure I’ll cry myself to sleep about those lost 50 cents. Have a good night!”

(I was significantly less apprehensive about the job after that.)

Will Likely Want Something For Three

| NJ, USA | Bad Behavior, Criminal/Illegal, Family & Kids

(I am a teenage girl. Over the summer and on school breaks, I work part-time as a receptionist in a hair salon run by a family friend in a Jersey Shore resort town. It is a slow Thursday morning in early September when the phone rings. I stop folding towels to answer it.)

Me: “[Salon], [My Name] speaking. How can I help you?”

Caller: “I would like to lodge a formal complaint.”

(We have no protocols for formal complaints. We are a tiny salon and our clientele are mostly friends of my boss and locals.)

Me: “All right, how can I help you?”

Caller: “My son, [Name], was booked for an appointment this morning at 8:30 and the shop wasn’t open yet!”

(My boss sometimes comes in a little late, but our limited clientele are very understanding. Obviously, this woman isn’t.)

Me: “I’m very sorry about that, ma’am. Would you like to reschedule your son’s appointment?”

Caller: *ignoring me* “I just don’t understand why you would book us for an appointment when no one is going to be there! My son walked there by himself very early in the morning, and it’s very dangerous on the roads!”

Me: “I’m very sorry about that, ma’am. We have open times this afternoon if you’d like to reschedule [Name]’s appointment.”


Me: “If your son is three years old, why did he walk across dangerous, heavily-trafficked roads by himself?”

Caller: “HOW DARE YOU, YOU LITTLE B****! I HOPE YOU DIE!” *click*

Hashtag Fail

| Huntington Beach, CA, USA | Bad Behavior, Extra Stupid, Technology

(I am working the till at a popular clothing store when a teenager comes to me to check out with her debit card.)

Me: “Please hit the pound key before you start typing your code.”

Girl: “Pound key? Where is that?”

Me: “It’s the number symbol.”

Girl: “HA! You mean the hashtag? I can’t believe you just called the hashtag a pound key!”

Me: *silence*

Girl: *finishes paying and goes to leave* “How old are you? Did they call it that in the 70s or something? I will NEVER get over that!”