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    Can’t Let Your Hair Down With Some Customers

    | OH, USA | Bad Behavior, Health & Body

    (I grow out my hair for cancer and everyone I know from work has only ever seen me with long hair as I was still growing it. I finally got it cut again and was working down at lumber where we get a lot of contractors that come in often and who I have gotten to know really well.)

    Contractor #1: “Oh! [My Name], what did you do with your beautiful long red hair! It is so short now!”

    Me: “I cut it for Locks of Love. I have been doing it for years, though I never cut it this short before. I like it; it takes so much less time to take care of.” *laughing* “But don’t worry, it will grow back out soon.”

    Contractor #1: *very serious look on his face* “I certainly hope so! How will you ever get a guy when you look like a [offensive term for lesbian]? You ruined yourself. You just look so bad with short hair. No guy will try to date you now!”

    Me: *I am completely taken aback and speechless as he grabs his stuff and leaves*

    (Behind him is another contractor I know very well.)

    Contractor #2: “I don’t know much about hair, but I for one think you look great with short hair and I think you did a wonderful thing donating it a child with cancer. Promise you won’t let some jack-a** make you feel bad about what a fantastic thing you did for someone in need!”

    Me: “I promise and thank you.”

    (We fist bumped and I had to keep thanking him as he left the store.)

    Politely Decline

    | Hebron, CT, USA | Bad Behavior, Bizarre

    I am selling homemade fudge to raise money for my Girl Scout Troop. People tend to ignore us, so I need to act excessively cheerful and polite to even get an acknowledgement. As a result, it’s fairly obvious that at least a little of my cheer is feigned, but I’m still our best seller. An old lady walks past our booth on her way into a grocery store and I launch into my usual spiel.)

    Me: “Hi! Would you like to help support our Girl Scout Troop on our trip to Sweden? We’re selling delicious homemade fudge!”

    (The elderly lady walks past me saying nothing.)

    Me: “Have a nice day!”

    (This is a totally typical exchange, until the same lady walks back out of the grocery store.)

    Me: “Have a GREAT day!!”

    Lady: *furiously* “You know, I was just about to donate some money on my way out. But you were so ABSOLUTELY RUDE that I won’t give you any money.”

    Me: *stunned, trying not to stutter or cry* “I… apologize? I’m really sorry; I didn’t realize I said anything rude.”

    Lady: “Of course you did! I can’t believe how hateful you are. I wouldn’t give you any money now even if you were polite!” *stomps away*

    (I’m still not sure how she thought I was insulting her. Maybe I was being so polite it wrapped back around and became rudeness instead!)

    Rude? Yeah, Whatever

    | USA | Bad Behavior, Funny Names

    (I’m a new administrative assistant at an established private accounting firm. Since I’m new, I can’t recognize any clients by voice over the phone.)

    Me: “Good morning. [Accounting Firm]. How may I help you?”

    Client: *sounding far away like he’s on speaker* “Yeah, whatever, this is [Very common first name].”

    (I wait a few seconds for him to continue, to give me a last name or some identifying information like most of our callers do.)

    Client: “Hellooo? Hey!”

    Me: “Yes, sir, how can I help you?”

    Client: “Yeah, whatever, this is [Very common first name].”

    (I don’t bother waiting again and respond immediately.)

    Me: “How may I help you?”

    Client: “Helloooo? Hey! Can you even hear me?”

    Me: “Yes, sir; can you hear me?”

    Client: *now sounding like he’s off speaker and holding the phone* “Yeah, look, I got my taxes did by you and I was wondering when you guys might possibly be contemplating considering the possibility of sending in my taxes.”

    Me: “Um… okay, well, I’m just an administrative assistant; I don’t work on anyone’s taxes so I’m not sure. Do you know which accountant worked with you?”

    Client: *heavy sigh* “Yeah, I guess, maybe Jessica, or Erica, or Stephanie?”

    Me: “I’m sorry, we don’t have anyone here by any of those names.”

    Client: “What about [about 15 different names in rapid succession]?”

    Me: “I’m sorry, no.”

    Client: “Well, what about [One of our accountant’s name]?”

    Me: “Yes, we have an accountant by that name.”

    Client: “Give her to me; let me talk to her.”

    Me: “Uh, sure, let me see if she’s available. Hold, please.”

    (I page the accountant and explain what’s happened so far.)

    Accountant: *laughs* “Oh, you mean Rudy?”

    Me: “Rudy? He said his name was [Very common first name].”

    Accountant: “Yeah, but I call him Rudy. Not to his face, of course. But I do it because he’s so rude. Get it?”

    Me: *giggles* “Yeah, I get it. Do you want me to send him through or to your voicemail?”

    Accountant: “Oh, voicemail him. I’m having a good day and I don’t want to talk to Rudy right now; he’d just ruin it.”

    (I switch back to the call line.)

    Me: “Thank you for holding. I’m sorry, but [Accountant] is unavailable. Would you—”

    Client: “Yeah, whatever, my name is [Very common first name] and I’m wondering when you might be considering to contemplate—”

    (I cut him off by sending the call to the accountant’s voice mail without another word. Later she calls me into her office, laughing so hard she’s in tears, and plays the message “Rudy” left.)

    Voicemail: “Yeah, whatever, this is [Very common first name] and I began to suspect I might wonder when you would possibly consider the possibility of maybe contemplating thinking about sending my taxes in.”

    (There’s a solid minute-long pause.)

    Voicemail: “So, yeah, whatever.” *hangs up*

    Accountant: “God, I love Rudy. He’s such a little p****!”

    Makes You Freeze In Place

    | Phoenix, AZ, USA | Bad Behavior, Health & Body

    (I work in a fairly large grocery store. Arizona heat can be brutal. As I am walking around the store, I see a shopping cart full of ice cream, but since it’s so hot, I don’t think much of it. As I am walking down the aisle, I look and see a man INSIDE the freezer.)

    Me: “Sir! Please come out of the freezer!”

    Customer: “No!”

    Me: “Sir, you could suffocate in there!”

    Customer: *in a whiny voice* “But it’s hot outside!”

    A Runway Runaway

    | Louisburg, NC, USA | Bad Behavior, Crazy Requests, Tourists/Travel

    (I work at a small airport in Louisburg. We don’t have many commercial planes fly in but when we do they are normal small bush planes with only a few people on board. We have had a runway problem and can’t let any planes take off today, as the runway is having work done.)

    Pilot: “Excuse me, but why has my flight been canceled?”

    Me: “We are having a problem with our runway and can’t take any flights today.”

    Pilot: “Well, that’s bull-s***. I was just out there and it was fine.”

    Me: “I’m sorry but as you can see…” *points out to runway with workers* “There are people working on it today.”


    Me: “Sir, I’m very sorry but I cannot let you through. Can you please calm down; I will be able to get you in the air first thing tomorrow.”

    Pilot: “No, I’ve had enough of you. Out of my WAY!”

    (He then pushed me out of the way and onto the floor and started to walk over to the hanger. I scrambled to my feet and called the workers and my supervisor to tell them what was coming, and called the police. The other worker and I sprinted over to the hanger and managed to get the hanger door closed before he could start the plane. After a while the police came and took him away, as he was going to try and take off with people working on the runway!)

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