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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!

    Belting Out Her Demands

    | Tacoma, WA, USA | At The Checkout, Bizarre

    (I have just taken over a register where the guest has already been complaining the previous cashier was too slow.)

    Me: “Hi! Any coupons or gift cards you are using today?”

    (I move the divider out of the way to start ringing her items.)

    Customer: *gasps* “Um, yeah. You… you need to put that bar back down.”

    Me: “I am just moving it to start ringing your items.”

    Customer: “No! Put it back. It has to be there. The belt cannot move. Now!”

    Me: “Ma’am, I will be unable to reach the items if the belt doesn’t move.”

    Customer: “I will hand you the items. I will not have the belt moving!”

    Me: “Uh… why?”

    Customer: “I can’t have it move! I lose control of my items when the belt moves! I must be in charge of my items! IT CAN’T MOVE!”

    (She was having a freak out about the whole thing. I gave up and just tried to get her out as fast as possible.)

    I Don’t Work Here, Does Not Work Here, Part 6

    | Orlando, FL, USA | Bizarre, Extra Stupid, Transportation

    (I work as a food runner for a hospital. My job requires me to wear a tuxedo. One day after work, I stop by a nearby dollar store to get a soda. I’m sitting on the bench outside the store drinking my soda when a fancy car pulls up right in front of me. A man gets out and walks around the car.)

    Man: “Ahem.”

    (I look up at him and see he’s looking right at me, but I don’t do anything.)

    Man: *louder* “Ahem!”

    Me: “What?”

    Man: “You incompetent moron! Do you need to be told how to do your job?”

    Me: “What are you talking about?”

    Man: “That’s it, you’ve just lost your tip. Now get over here and park my car.”

    (I realized he must think I’m a valet because I’m still wearing my tux.)

    Me: “I don’t work here, dude. Leave me alone.”

    Man: “You will address me as ‘sir’, and you will do your job right now, or I will go into that store, find your manager and have you fired for your unprofessional behavior. Look at you, drinking cola while you’re on the job! It’s because of people like you that our economy is collapsing!”

    Me: “Listen, a**hole, I already told you I don’t work here. Leave me alone and park your own d*** car.”

    Man: “That does it, I’m going to find your manager! You’ll be standing in line at the soup kitchen this time next week!”

    (He locks his car door and storms into the store. About five minutes later, he returns with the store manager, pointing furiously at me.)

    Man: “There, you see? That’s the valet who refused to park my car and insulted me! I demand that you fire him immediately!”

    (The manager looks at him like he’s insane.)

    Manager: “Sir, we don’t have valets. He doesn’t work here.”

    Man: “I don’t want to hear your excuses! You will fire that man immediately!”

    Manager: “I told you already, that guy doesn’t work for us. This is [name of store].”

    Man: “Have you all lost your minds? You think that because Obama’s in the White House that you can get away with not showing me the respect I deserve? You think Obama will save you after people like you destroy this country?”

    (The man rants about President Obama and the “destruction of American values” for a good two minutes. The manager is too stunned to say anything. Finally the man gets back in his car and drives away. The manager looks at me and I just shrug.)

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    I Don’t Work Here, Does Not Work Here, Part 5

    Half-Life Is Stranger Than Fiction

    | OR, USA | Bizarre, Geeks Rule

    (The fun center where I work is having a big countdown celebration on New Year’s Eve, and I’m working the arcade. We serve alcohol to adult patrons. As we get closer to midnight, a man and a woman approach the counter. I game in my spare time, and the man in the pair looks exactly like Gordon Freeman from Half-Life.)

    Me: “How are you folks today?”

    Man: *inebriated* “Oh, look, a Speederman tattoo. Can I get that?” *he should have said Spiderman*

    Woman: “Sure.”

    (She gives me her tickets, and I give him the tattoo. He is ecstatic about it.)

    Man: “Speederman! This is so awesome! I’m gonna put it on!” *starts stripping*

    Me: “Sir!”

    Woman: “What are you doing?”

    Man: “Speederman!”

    (She manages to convince him to put his shirt back on, and I had to turn away so they wouldn’t see me laughing. To this day, I refer to that as the New Year’s Eve when I saw Gordon Freeman stripping for Spiderman.)

    A Good Day Is A Bad Offense

    | Pasadena, CA, USA | Bad Behavior, Bizarre

    (As I am ringing up a customer at my register, I try and make conversation.)

    Me: “How’s your day going?”

    Customer: “Excuse me?”

    Me: “How’s your day going?”

    Customer: “What an absurd thing to ask someone you don’t even know! How dare you!”

    Me: “Okay? I’m sorry.”

    Customer: “I don’t care, don’t ever ask something like that again!”

    Me: “Bye.”

    (I guess she was having a bad day.)

    He’s One Slice Short Of A Pie

    , | Grand Rapids, MN, USA | Bad Behavior, Bizarre, Food & Drink, Theme Of The Month

    (I have returned from delivering a pizza to the last customer of the night. Upon returning to the store, it is after closing time, so we begin cleaning and closing the store. The phone rings; we normally don’t answer the phone after closing time, but since I recognized the name on the caller ID as my last delivery, I decide to answer it.)

    Me: “Thanks for calling [restaurant]. I’m sorry we’re closed, but how can I help you?”

    Customer: “Yeah, I just had a pizza delivered and there’s a problem.”

    Me: “I’m sorry to hear that. What is the problem, exactly?”

    Customer: “Well, this has got to be some sort of joke or something.”

    Me: “Okay, what is the problem?”

    Customer: “I just sat down to eat my sausage pizza, and 7 of the 8 pieces are just fine, but the 8th piece doesn’t have any sausage on it.”

    Me: “I’m sorry, that shouldn’t have happened. How about I give you a $2 discount on your next purchase?”

    Customer: “Sure.”

    Me: “Okay, sorry again. Have a nice night.”

    (Before I can even turn around to walk away, the same caller ID rings again, so I answer.)

    Customer: *yelling very angrily* “I’m so mad right now! I can’t believe what I’m looking at! What, are you messing with me not putting sausage on one of the pieces of my pizza?!”

    Me: “I’m sorry, sir, it was an accident. Sausages are small and round, I’m sure after they were put on the pizza they rolled around when the cheese was applied. How about instead of a $2 discount, I mark you account for a free pizza on your next order? Would that fix it for you?”

    Customer: *calm now* “Yeah, that would be great, thanks.”

    (We once again finish the call and hang up. Again before I can turn around the phone rings with the same caller ID so I answer and greet the caller.)

    Customer: “YOU MUST BE PLAYING A JOKE ON ME! This must have been done on purpose! I’m gonna come down there and cut your heads off!”

    Me: “I’m sorry, sir! I just wanted to remind you that you’ll get a free pizza on your next order. Is that okay?”

    Customer: *calms down again* “Yeah, thanks.”

    (I quickly got off the phone while he was calm. We then quickly locked up and went home for the night without cleaning up the store, in case he was truly coming down to cut our heads off.)

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