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    Category: Bizarre

    For whatever reason, some Customers are just plain odd. And the service industry unleashes them on to unsuspecting clerks with often hilarious results. If you like your customers just plain bizarre, then read on!

    You Have Been Deigned Dainty

    | North Carolina, USA | Bizarre

    (Note: At 5’11″ and just shy of 150 pounds. I’m not exactly burly, but I’m not small, either.)

    Me: *hands a customer her receipt* “Here you go, ma’am. Have a nice day.”

    Customer: *gently takes hold of my hand* “You have the daintiest hands I’ve ever seen.”

    Me: “Um… thank you.”

    Customer: “They’re so soft… and tiny.”

    Me: *embarrassed* “Uh… thank you. Thank you for shopping at [Store]. Have a nice day!”

    Customer: “So… dainty!” *turns and heads out the door*

    A Devil May Hair Attitude

    | Illinois, USA | Bizarre

    (I am a male with long red hair. A customer approaches me while I’m stocking a shelf.)

    Customer: “Excuse me.”

    Me: “Hi, how can I help you today?”

    Customer: “I actually just wanted to know if that’s your natural hair color.”

    Me: “Well, yeah, actually it is.”

    Customer: “So, what’s it like living in Hell alongside Satan?!”

    Me: *speechless*

    Customer: “I mean, aren’t all gingers the spawn of Satan himself?”

    Me:  ”Umm, no, we aren’t. That was just an old superstition.”

    Customer: “Oh. Well, I was wondering what I should prepare for for when I get there!”

    Always Handle Grown Ups With Kid Gloves

    | Colorado, USA | Bizarre, Family & Kids

    (I am a head counselor at a camp. It is the end of the session and checkout doesn’t start until 5pm. The following takes place around 3pm. My boss radios up that a parent has shown up unexpectedly. I scramble to gather the kids, their belongings and final paperwork before heading to the parents.)

    Parent #1: *fuming* “Well, it’s about time! We were supposed to leave by 2:30!”

    Me: “Okay, I’m sorry this is taking a while. We’re just trying to get the last pieces of paperwork together. In the future, if you need to check out early, you can note it on the checkout form you filled out at the beginning of camp and—”

    Parent #1: “Well, we called and confirmed we could be here early!”

    Me: “Oh? Who did you confirm with? I’m sorry for the mix-up. They should have passed that info along and we could have—”

    Parent #1: “Well, we left a message.”

    Me: “Who did you confirm with that we got your message? Did you make verbal contact with anyone?”

    Parent #1: “WE. LEFT. A. MESSAGE.”

    Me: “I’m sorry, but we don’t always get a chance to check our messages. Next time, it would be better if you tried again until you made verbal contact with—”

    Parent #1: *clamps her hands over her ears* “NO! NO! NO! I DON’T WANT TO FIGHT! NO FIGHTING! NO FIGHTING! [Camp Name] RULE: NO FIGHTING!”

    Me: “Ma’am, I’m not trying to fight with you. I’m just letting you know how we can make early check out easier—”

    Parent #1: “NO! NO, NO, NO, NO, NO FIGHTING!” *walks away from me*

    (I turn to the other parent and begin explaining things to him.)

    Me: “For future reference, if you fill out the early check out form we can have all the paperwork ready and your camper’s belongings set aside instead of buried in the trailer—”

    (At this point, the other parent turns away from me, walks over to the trailer, opens it up and starts throwing other campers’ bags out into the dirt.)

    Me: “Sir, you can’t be in there! I will help you find your camper’s belongings as soon as we finish the checkout paperwork!”

    Parent #1: “THIS IS SO STUPID!”

    Parent #2: “This is utter B***S***!”

    Parent #1: “WHY IS THIS TAKING SO LONG?!”

    Me: “If you would let me explain I would be happy to help you—”

    Parent #1: “NO FIGHTING! NO FIGHTING! NO FIGHTING!”

    (Fortunately, my boss comes over. He tells them the same thing I’ve been telling them. Surprisingly, their response is the complete opposite.)

    Parent #1: *to my boss* “OH! Well why didn’t you just say so?” *signs the paperwork* “Have a good day!”

    An Eye For An Eyepatch

    | Beaverton, OR, USA | At The Checkout, Bizarre, Top, Wild & Unruly

    (I’m the only employee still working a cash register late one night. I’ve got a long line, and the next customer keeps glaring at me.)

    Me: “Hello, miss, sorry about the wait. Did you find everything all right?”

    Customer: “I’m so sick of you people.”

    Me: “Of who?”

    Customer: “First, that awful girl stacking the shelves with the pink hair, and now you with that… thing on your face! Why are you brats so desperate for attention?”

    (Two years ago, I lost my right eye in an accident. I wear an eyepatch now.)

    Me: “Ma’am, that’s not a fashion statement, I really need—”

    Customer: “Don’t lie to me!”

    (Without warning, she lunges across the counter and grabs the patch, snapping the cord and pulling it off. She laughs with triumph for about a second before she sees my empty eye socket.)

    Customer: *screams and runs out of the store, leaving her items but taking the eyepatch*

    (That customer never came back. Fortunately, I have a lot of spare eyepatches, but I had to finish the rest of my shift that night with a paper bandage over the socket.)

    Get Yell Soon

    | USA | Bizarre

    (While standing near a store’s greeting card selection, I overhear this conversation between an older customer and an employee.)

    Customer: “Excuse me, I’m looking for a Father’s Day card to give to my son. However, you only have two here and they’re stupid.”

    Employee: “I’m sorry, but those are the only ones of that type of card that we have.”

    Customer: “But they’re stupid!”

    Employee: “I’m sorry, sir.”

    Customer: “You know what? You need to call your greeting card people and make them send you better cards! You know, we’re all growing older here and we have sons that have children. I want to give my son a Father’s Day card! What is wrong with you people?”

    Employee: “I’m sorry, sir, but we don’t have any control over what the greeting card company sends us. We just display the cards they provide us with.”

    Customer: “Well, I’ll just have to go to [another store] then! Maybe they’ll have what I need!”

    Employee: “Feel free to do that, sir. However, I can tell you that they are supplied by the same company. They will have the same selection.”

    Customer: “This is ridiculous! I guess we’re just not supposed to get older, is that it?! We’re not allowed to age! You need to call your supplier and demand you get better stock!”

    Employee: “I’m sorry sir, we have no control over—”

    Customer: “CALL THEM! What an outrage! You are the rudest employee I’ve ever had to deal with! We’re just getting older! We should be allowed to get older! Call your company RIGHT NOW!”

    Employee: “Sir, if you just leave your name, I can tell my manager you have a complaint—”

    Customer: “NO! JUST CALL YOUR D*** COMPANY!” *angrily storms out*

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