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    Purchasing Identity Crysis

    | New York, NY, USA | At The Checkout, Bad Behavior

    (Usually, Black Friday at our store is organized and lined up, but it usually leads to people getting impatient and loud with us. If one person holds up the line, the rest get extremely upset. It’s the worst when customers trade a whole bunch of games to us when there’s a huge line behind them.)

    Coworker: “Okay, so the total amount of these trades that you’ll be getting back would be $54.46 in store credit, or $23 in cash.”

    Customer: “Are you serious?! I paid over hundreds of dollars for these games and they cost only $20 in cash? You guys are thieves! Just give me my damn cash then!”

    Coworker: “Well, I don’t control the prices here, sir. Alright, so I’d like to see your State ID please so we can continue to process these trades.”

    Customer: *getting paranoid* “Why do you want to see my ID? Obviously I look old enough to trade games, don’t I? I’m not giving you my ID. Thieving my identity!”

    Coworker: “I can’t process the trade without seeing some State ID, sir.”

    (I overhear the issue, and notice that people are getting edgy in line because this man is holding it up. I approach my co-worker.)

    Me: “What’s going on here?”

    Customer: *rudely interrupts my coworker before he can reply* “Your employee here is trying to steal my identification and gives me a BS amount on my games so he can sell it back on the wall for twice of what it’s worth!”

    Me: “Sir, we don’t control the trade amounts and that’s how the prices are processed. Business is business, but we’re not trying to swindle or steal anything from you, I can assure you.”

    Customer: “Then why do you need to see my ID for the games? Just take them and give me my f***ing cash!”

    Me: “It’s store policy and for authority purposes only. We would have no reason to take your ID but we cannot go through with the transaction if we can’t see your ID, so that means you won’t be getting your cash at all unless we just see the ID for a minute and we’ll hand it right back to you.”

    Customer: *huffs and holds out driver’s license* “Here but don’t touch it!”

    (My coworker strains to see the information to type in, because the customer refuses to stand any closer with it and complete the process.)

    Customer: “Can you put the cash on my credit card?”

    Coworker: “Sure, just swipe your card here and I’ll see the last four digits of your credit card.”

    Customer: “Why do you need to see all this personal information!? You guys are stealing from me, you a**holes! Not only my games but from me, too!”

    Me: “Sir, you’re holding up the line. If you plan to make a scene, please speak with my manager so he can explain it to you.”

    Manager: *already hearing the outburst* “Honestly, we’re not trying to steal anything from you and these games aren’t even worth it. Somehow, you’re making it worse for yourself by shouting because you’re raising suspicion on yourself. I would greatly appreciate it if you would just realize the fifty something people behind you and get this over with because most of them here have done a trade themselves and not once have they complained about any thievery. Now, please, restrain yourself because there’s children here, or I’ll ask you to leave the store and keep your games with you.”

    (The customer grumbles obscenities under his breath, and holds out his card in an annoyingly far distance yet again, then proceeds to sign and storms out.)

    Loves Listening To The Sound Of His Master’s Voice

    | London, England, UK | Bad Behavior, Musical Mayhem, Theme Of The Month

    (This particular music and entertainment retailer has just entered administration, meaning that all branches face closure and employees may lose their jobs. This has just been announced and there is a lot of press surrounding this. Stores remain open until the company either finds a buyer, or completely folds. Employees are in a state of limbo, waiting for news. I am a customer waiting in one of the smaller branches to pay when I overhear this exchange.)

    Customer: “Excuse me, I need to find this CD and you don’t have it.”

    Cashier: “I can look it up on the system, tell you if any other stores have it. At the moment I can’t order you a copy as our ordering services has been frozen.”

    Customer: “I refuse to go anywhere else. I need this CD right now. It was released in 1987. How can you not have it in stock?”

    Cashier: “We may have it in stock. Please give me the name of the artist and I will have a look. Please bear in mind we are a small branch so only carry limited stock.”

    Customer: “That’s not good enough. You have everything. I need this CD.”

    Cashier: “Sir, please tell me the name of the CD and I’ll see what I can find.”

    Customer: “You are absolutely useless. Why can’t you just tell me if you have it? Why don’t you have it? No wonder this company is in crisis.”

    Cashier: “Sir, I can’t search if you don’t tell me what you are looking for. Please tell me the artist’s name.”

    Customer: *suddenly screaming* “IT’S ALL YOUR FAULT THIS COMPANY IS GOING UNDER. YOU DESERVE TO LOSE YOUR JOB. YOU ARE A USELESS PIECE OF S***!”

    (The customer storms out. The cashier looks thoroughly upset. Thankfully, the next few people in the queue all approach the counter with a smile and a kind word. The regulars among us do not want to see this store close.)

    Getting Owned By The Owner, Part 2

    | Leicester, England, UK | Bad Behavior, Top, Underaged

    (I’m standing in a fairly short queue when a businessman walks in, pushes straight to the front and starts dictating his order to the 20-something year old cashier.)

    Cashier: “I’m afraid you’re going to have to go to the back of the queue, sir.”

    Business man: “I have an important meeting shortly. You must serve me now!”

    Cashier: “Yeah, the longer you stand there, the later you’re going to be. Back of the queue.”

    Business man: “Do you have any idea who I am?”

    Cashier: “Nope. Now shut up and go to the back of the queue.”

    Business man: “How dare you talk to me like that?! Get me your manager now!”

    (The cashier sighs heavily, walks into the back, comes out with an older woman in tow and nods her towards the businessman, then disappears back into the back.)

    Manager: “What seems to be the problem, sir?”

    Business man: “That boy was incredibly rude to me! I demand you fire him immediately!”

    Manager: “I’m afraid I don’t have the authority to do that, but if you want I can get the owner for you.”

    Business man: “Bah! Fine, but I expect to be compensated for having to go through all of this trouble!”

    Manager: “I’m sure you can discuss that with him, sir.”

    (She then walks into the back, then comes out again with the now grinning cashier.)

    Cashier: “Yo.”

    Business man: “What’s the meaning of this? I said I wanted to talk to the owner!”

    Cashier: “Like I said, yo.”

    (The businessman silently gapes for a few seconds, then walks out stammering threats about having his head and closing the shop down.)

    Manager: “Why do you always have to involve me?”

    Cashier: “I just love the look on their stupid little faces when they find out I own this joint.”

    (The manager rolls her eyes and walks into back.)

    Cashier: “I love this job. What can I get you?”

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    On Vacation From Reason

    | Windsor, ON, Canada | Bad Behavior, Crazy Requests, Theme Of The Month

    (I am a working at a salon though a Cooperative Education program at my high school, and am still a Senior. I answer the phone.)

    Me: “[Salon name], how can I help you?”

    Customer: “Yes, I’d like to book an appointment today with [employee who is on vacation].”

    Me: “Sorry, [employee] is actually on vacation. I could book you with another stylist today or with [employee] when she returns.”

    Customer: “What do you mean she’s on vacation? I need a haircut!”

    Me: “Oh, well, yes she is on a cruise. But like I said before, I can book you with another stylist or—”

    Customer: “No, no, no! This is unacceptable! I want to book an appointment today with [employee]! How could she go on vacation and do this to me?”

    Me: “Well, she had vacation days to use up, so she is gone. Now, would you like to book an appointment for a later date?”

    Customer: “No! I want [employee] to cut my hair today! Gosh, what don’t you understand? Are you stupid?”

    (I try to explain several more times that the certain employee she is requesting has gone on vacation and would be back in a few weeks, but she simply won’t listen.)

    Customer: “Fine! This is just ridiculous! I guess I will book an appointment with another stylist but this is just silly! [Employee] should not be allowed to go on vacation!”

    Uninformed About A Badly Formed Uniform

    | AB, Canada | Bad Behavior, Rude & Risque, Theme Of The Month, Wild & Unruly

    (I’m female, work in an electronics store and I have a fairly large chest. The uniform the company provides doesn’t really cover everything, so I wear a shirt underneath to cover my cleavage.)

    Customer: “Do you have no modesty?! Cover yourself!”

    Me: “Pardon?”

    Customer: “Women with breasts like that shouldn’t be flaunting about. This isn’t a night club!”

    Me: “I’m sorry ma’am, but I’m fairly certain I have everything covered. If you have a problem with my uniform, may I suggest you bring it up with my manager?”

    (At this point she walks away, mumbling to herself. Anytime I see her, she’s glaring at me. Some time later she approaches me again.)

    Customer: “You think you’re so special, don’t you? Probably take men out to the back and give them a show for tips! I bet that’s just a part of some skanky lingerie under there!” *pointing to my camisole I’m wearing under my top*

    Me: “Ma’am, I’m sorry but I’m going to have to ask you to take your things to the front to pay for them and let me get back to work here.”

    (At this point she lunges at me and attempts to rip my shirt off. She actually snaps off a few of the buttons in the process. A co-worker and my manager drag her off of me and out of the store.)

    Manager: “Well… that was a show!”

    (He gave me the last couple hours of my shift off and some cash to go buy a new shirt. Didn’t have to wear that uniform anymore!)


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