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    This site is full of Customers; their stupid and moronic exploits that make us laugh. But these gems contained within are for those special cases, the extra stupid, the ones that make you wonder how they have survived this long!

    Triply Unappetizing

    | USA | Crazy Requests, Extra Stupid, Food & Drink

    (I work at as a hostess in a popular chain restaurant. We have an appetizer that lets you pick and choose three appetizers. The customer would get a smaller sample size of each. In this situation I’m taking a to-go order, in person.)

    Customer: “I’d like to get your triple appetizer. I want to get the buffalo wings, but honey flavor.”

    Me: “Sure thing! What other two appetizers would you like?”

    Customer: *stares* “I want the honey wings.”

    Me: “Okay. Just to be clear, you’re saying you would like the triple with your three choices as the honey wings, right?”

    Customer: *annoyed* “I don’t think you’re listening to me at all, so I’m going to repeat myself. I want a triple with honey wings.”

    Me: “Yes, I understand that. But in a triple you can choose any three of these appetizers.” *points to list*

    Customer: *angry now, condescendingly* “You obviously aren’t listening to me, still. I’m going to repeat myself one last time, slowly so you can understand me, okay? I want you to listen to what I’m saying to you. I WANT A TRIPLE, WITH HONEY WINGS.”

    Me: “I’m sorry, sir. I know that you want the honey wings in a triple, but I need to know which other two choices you want. If you don’t want any other choice, you can get an order of the wings by themselves.”

    (The man glares at me, and is visibly more angry. The man’s son, who I didn’t even see behind him, stands next to his father and speaks up.)

    Customer’s Son: “Dad, I think she’s trying to say that you get to pick three of these things when you get a triple.”

    Customer: *grumbles* “I’ll just get it how it’s pictured, but with honey wings. That’s all for me.”

    Me: “All right, your total is [Total] and it should be ready in about fifteen minutes.”

    (About fifteen minutes later, I give the man his food. He takes the box out of the bag to inspect it.)

    Customer: “Why are the food portions so much smaller than a regular appetizer? And why aren’t these egg rolls cut like in the picture? And what sauce is this?!”

    Me: “The portions are smaller because its a sampler. It might not look like much, but it really is a good amount of food! The egg rolls aren’t cut because they stay warmer when you don’t cut them. That sauce is extra honey sauce for your wings.”

    (The customer looked at his son, shook his head, sighed audibly, and left.)

    Dishing Out The Cold Truth

    | UT, USA | Crazy Requests, Extra Stupid, Technology

    (It’s been snowing steadily all day. Still, customers come to shop for electronics and ask stupid questions.)

    Customer: “I bought [Satellite TV Service] here, but I’m having trouble with it. Can you help?”

    Me: “I usually handle computer questions, not TV questions, but I can try. What’s going on?”

    Customer: “The channels just aren’t coming through right. They’re all pixelated, and they keep cutting out, and sometimes there’s nothing to see or hear at all.”

    Me: “That’s not good. When did it start?”

    Customer: “This morning.”

    Me: “I haven’t heard of any problems from [Satellite TV Provider]. I’m guessing that it has something to do with the snowstorm. The snow could be interfering with your signal, especially if some has accumulated in the dish of your receiver.”

    Customer: “Can you check?”

    Me: “Can I check what?”

    Customer: “Can you get on your computer and check to see if I have snow on my dish?”

    Me: “…no, I can’t do that.”

    Customer: “Why not?”

    Me: “The store computers don’t have access to information about whether a person’s satellite dish has snow in it. I’m sorry.”

    Customer: “Well, how can I find out?”

    Me: “You could try going home and looking at it…”

    Acting Bittersweet About The Sweets

    | Serbia | Extra Stupid, Money, Theme Of The Month

    (I was working as a promoter for a [Popular Brand] inside a supermarket telling people that they can buy certain items within the brand for a certain amount of money and then receive a gift at the front. I explain this to one woman.)

    Customer: “Do dark chocolates count?”

    Me: “Yes, they certainly do.”

    Customer: “But they didn’t count last week.”

    Me: “I wasn’t aware of that; I worked in a different store last week, but I assure you, you will receive your gift if you buy the dark chocolates.”

    (The woman was still suspicious, so I showed her the list of products that I had in my hand.)

    Customer: “What about the one for cooking?”

    Me: “Yes, that one counts as well.”

    Customer: “But they didn’t count last week!”"

    Me: “Again, I know nothing about that.”

    (I show her my list again.)

    Customer: “How much is it?”

    Me: “I’m not sure. It’s around [price], but if you look over there, just a couple of meters away, you’ll see the exact price.”

    Customer: “How do you not know the price? You work here.”

    Me: “Actually, I don’t work in the supermarket. I don’t even work for [Popular Brand]. I work for a marketing agency that was hired by the brand. I work in different stores every week and the prices vary.”

    Customer: “You know, I’m older and, therefore, wiser, so I’ll forgive you this time, but there are all sorts of idiots out there that are going to make a fuss about something as trivial as this. I would advise you to try and do your job a little better next time. But it’s okay.”

    (She kissed me on the cheek, smiled a fake smile, and walked away without the chocolates.)

    Found The ID But Lost The Plot

    | VA, USA | Bizarre, Extra Stupid

    (In college, I work at the bookstore. Students can use their ID cards to make purchases, and the charges would go on their bill with tuition, room and board, etc. If a student attempted to make a purchase with an ID that had been replaced, I would see an error message, and the student would need to use a different method of payment. This happens as I am finishing a transaction.)

    Me: “Your total is [total]. How would you like to pay?”

    Student: *hands me ID card*

    Me: *gets error message that the ID has been lost/stolen* “I’m sorry, but your ID card has been replaced. I need your new ID to process the sale.”

    Student: “No, no, no. This is the new ID. I just got it yesterday.”

    Me: “This can’t be the new ID because I’m getting an error message that this card has been reported lost or stolen. That message only comes up after you’ve replaced an ID.”

    Student: *puts both hands on counter and leans in* “Do you meant to tell me that I somehow managed to lose my original ID, get it replaced, lose the new ID, and then find my old ID without noticing?!”

    Me: “Um, yes?”

    Student: *agitated* “How is that even possible?!” *storms out*

    His Shopping Trip Came Crashing To The Floor

    | Agadir, Morocco | Extra Stupid, Home Improvement

    (My dad had heard from a few friends of ours that it’s a good idea to wax the outdoors brick floors so they don’t absorb water. They gave him the name of the brand they use. He’s the slightly moronic customer in this one. We don’t speak French, and they rarely speak English in this area.)

    Dad: “I need [Brand] so I can wax our brick floors.”

    Employee: *points to bucket*  ”It’s for preparing walls before you put on tiles.”

    Dad: “No, no, it’s for waxing floors!”

    Employee: “Nnnnno, it’s for preparing walls before you tile.”

    Dad: “No, it’s not! I need to talk to your expert.”

    (An expert comes over, and tries to explain repeatedly what my dad is trying to buy.)

    Expert: “This is for preparing walls before you tile.”

    Dad: “You’re ALL clearly very wrong.”

    (My dad marched out of the store with a five-litre bucket. The bad news: My dad painted the entire roof terrace with sticky stuff meant to help tiles stick to the wall. The good news: He did a really neat job, and it _almost_ doesn’t feel like you’ve stepped in dry soda anymore.)

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