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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!

    Hiss-terical

    | WA, Australia | At The Checkout, Bizarre

    (I am having a pretty good day, with no bad customers. A middle aged customer comes up to my till.)

    Customer: “Mhhhhrmrrm.”

    Me: “… Okay. Would you like a bag?”

    Customer: “Mhhrrrrmrmr!”

    Me: “…  Do you have a rewards card?”

    Customer: “Mhhrrrrmrmr.”

    Me: *concerned* “Will that be credit or cash?”

    Customer: “HISSSSSSS!”

    (I jump back in surprise, but act as normally as possible for someone who has been spat on and hissed at.)

    Me: “Have a nice day!”

    Customer: “Mhhhhr!”

    Me: *to Boss* “What was that?”

    Boss: “Oh, she comes in here a lot. If you say the wrong thing she hisses at you.”

    (I transferred off tills very quickly after that!)

    A Lost Lost Cause

    | IN, USA | Bizarre, Crazy Requests

    (I work at a supermarket service desk. I have just clocked in when a customer comes up and I greet her and ask what I could do for her, per usual.)

    Customer: “Yes, I’ve lost my sunglasses. Has anyone turned them in?”

    Me: “Let me check for you, ma’am. What do they look like?”

    Customer: *irrationally irate and screams* “SUNGLASSES!”

    Me: “Yes, but what do they look like? Like, the color of the frames, or if they’re name brand?”

    Customer: “Oh, I don’t know! You don’t know if they’re back there? They’re like a tortoise-shell color, like the brown and black design!”

    Me: “Okay. Let me check for you.”

    (I check my drawer below my register and only see some reading glasses and a pair of children’s sunglasses.)

    Me: “I’m sorry, but they don’t seem to be here.”

    Customer: “Well, I left them in the restroom and they’re not THERE!”

    Me: “I’m sorry, ma’am. They’re not here at the moment, but if you’d like I can take your name and num—”

    Customer: “So you KNOW they’re not back there?”

    Me: “Yes. There are no sunglasses that fit your description back here, but if you’d—”

    Customer: “So. YOU KNOW!? You have that authority? Who are you? Who are you?! What’s your name?”

    Me: “I am [My Name], but yes, I’ve looked in any area your glasses may be and they’re not here.”

    Customer: “And you KNOW this?”

    Me: “Yes. If you’d like I can take your information down and we can call you if they are turned in. Sometimes items aren’t turned in until someone has finished shopping and—”

    Customer: “I know that! Do I seem stupid?”

    (She then walked off without giving me her information.)

    The Spider Was The Decider

    | MI, USA | Bizarre, Technology

    (A customer has brought in an old game system and games to trade. Her games are all really old and common games in unplayable conditions She puts the system on the counter in an old shoe box with its own tangled cords.)

    Me: “Let me sure everything we need is here so I can see if we can take it and test it out.”

    (I reach into the box to grab the system, but once I lift it out of the box spiders crawl out of it and scurry up my arm.)

    Me: “Sorry, we won’t able to accept the system, but we might be able to take the controllers.”

    (I coyly replace the system in the box, only to find that there’s only more spiders on the controllers, which are now on the counter, and were to be squashed by employees throughout the day.)

    Me: “You get a few dollars for the controllers and games if you’d like to do it.”

    Customer: *appalled* “We can get much more at yard sale.”

    Me: “Go for it.”

    (She leaves, and I shudder thinking of the poor souls who will have the misfortune of purchasing a spider infested game system, with broken games, at a yard sale.)

    Someone Got The Crazy Card

    | USA | At The Checkout, Bizarre, Hotels & Lodging, Money

    Customer: “Check-in, please.”

    Me: “Okay. ID and credit card…”

    (The customer takes both out and starts to hand them over, but then hesitates.)

    Customer: “Okay…”

    (She hands them over and I swipe her card and check her ID, then hand them back.)

    Customer: “What did you do just then?!”

    Me: “I… uh… swiped your card.”

    Customer: “Your computer just read my information!”

    Me: “Yep.”

    Customer: *panicking* “That means that now my credit card number is on your computer! How do I KNOW that you won’t take it and go off on a shopping spree?!”

    Me: “We don’t do that, ma’am.”

    Customer: “How do I KNOW you all won’t?! I don’t know you! I don’t know any of you all!”

    Me: “Because if we did, we’d get fired…”

    Customer: “…”

    Me: “And none of us want to lose our jobs over that…”

    Customer: *looks unconvinced*

    Me: “Plus, identity theft is a crime so we’d go to jail?”

    Customer: “…”

    Me: “So, none of us want to go to jail. Because… it’s full of… crazy people.”

    Customer: “…Fine. I guess I trust you!”

    Didn’t Quite Hit The Nail On The Head

    | IN, USA | Bizarre, Family & Kids

    (I’m working in the child-watch section of the gym, where people leave their kids while they go work out. Normally it’s not too bad, but today it is just me and one other person and we have three kids less than a year old in addition to other kids. After a while, I finally manage to get two of them to sleep and some of the older kids come over to watch them.)

    Girl: “Her nails are so little and cute. We’d need just a drop of nail polish to color them. Can we paint her nails?”

    (I am stunned so I blurt the first thing that comes to mind.)

    Me: “No modifications made to the baby without her parent present.”

    Girl: “Huh?”

    Me: “No, you can’t paint her nails.”

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