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    Category: At The Checkout

    The customer has seemed normal and maybe even intelligent throughout the shopping purchase. But then they get to the checkout and as soon as human interaction is required it all falls apart. The checkout operators really are our first line of defense against the stupid customer!

    Here Or There Or Anywhere

    | Cornwall, UK | At The Checkout

    (We have a big sign on the bakery counter with an arrow saying “Please Pay At The Till”. Despite this, a lot of people think they can pay at the counter.)

    Me: “Next, please.”

    Customer: “Hey, you haven’t taken my money yet!”

    Me: “Oh, sorry. If you’d like to take everything over to the till, you can pay there.”

    Customer: “That’s ridiculous. I’d like to pay here!”

    Me: “Well, I’m sorry, ma’am, but I don’t have a till behind here.”

    Customer: “Can’t I just give you the money and you can put it through the till later?”

    Me: “Sorry, ma’am, I’m not allowed to do that.”

    Customer: “Well, fine!”

    (I watch as she walks to the left, past cashier and the “Please Pay Here” sign, eventually standing at an empty counter. The cashier continues to serve people lined up at his till. She finally turns to glare at me, whilst I serve other customers at the bakery counter.)

    Customer, to cashier: “Well, aren’t you going to come and take my money?”

    Cashier: “If you come over to this till, I can do that for you.”

    Customer: “Well, finally. At least someone around here knows how to do their job!”

    Limited Only By Your Intelligence

    | Iowa City, IA, USA | At The Checkout, Money

    Customer: “Is there a limit to the cash I can get back?”

    Me: “Yes, the limit is 50 dollars.”

    Customer: “Oh, okay. It says I can put in a number rather than one of the options?”

    Me: “Yes, that’s true.”

    (The machine pops up an alarm saying that the cash back limit has been passed.)

    Customer: “I asked for 60 back. Did that confuse it?”

    Me: “Yes, the limit is 50 dollars.”

    Customer: “Oh, I thought that by putting in my own number, I could bypass the limit.”

    Me: “No, ma’am, the limit is always 50 dollars.”

    Customer: *re-swipes card* “I see. The limit is 40 dollars.”

    Me: “No, ma’am. The limit is 50 dollars.”

    Customer: “But the options given only go up to 40.”

    Me: “Yes, but you can put up to 50 dollars in the custom number option.”

    Customer: “No, that doesn’t work.”

    Me: “Yes, it does but you have to put less than 50. 50 is the limit.”

    Customer: “I don’t think you know what you’re talking about and I–”

    (The transaction finishes processing.)

    Me: “Here’s your 40 dollars. Have a nice day, ma’am.”

    Unfortunately, Stupidity Is Forever

    | Pennsylvania, USA | At The Checkout, Family & Kids, Top

    (I have reddish brown hair with the underside dyed teal. Today, my hair is up in a clip, which makes it very visible.)

    Customer: “Ugh, why would you do that to yourself?”

    Me: “I’m sorry, do what?”

    Customer: “Dye your hair that awful color! Are you that desperate for attention?”

    Me: “No, teal is just my favorite color, and it makes me happy. And the great thing about hair is that it isn’t permanent.”

    Customer: “I don’t get you rebellious teenagers.”

    Me: “I’m 24 and very happily married. I’m not trying to rebel against anyone or anything. I just like teal, ma’am.”

    Customer: “What are you going to tell your kids when they ask why mommy has blue hair?”

    Me: “Oh, it’ll definitely be gone by then.”

    Customer: *walks out with a big tramp stamp sticking out from the bottom of her shirt*

    More Than You Bargained For, Part 2

    | Wisconsin, USA | At The Checkout, Extra Stupid, Money

    Woman: “Can you tell me the price of these pants? I found them on the 25% off rack.”

    Me: “Sure thing. They’re $22.50.”

    Woman: “But that’s not 25% off.”

    Me: “They probably got put on the wrong rack, but they were actually $45.00, so you’re actually getting 50% off.”

    Woman: “But the sign said 25% off.”

    Me: “I understand, but like I said, they were on the wrong rack and are actually more than 25% off.”

    Woman: “I want them for the price that the sign advertised! Can I just talk to a manager? You sales people are so stupid sometimes. It’s not a hard concept.”

    Me: “Oh believe me, I know it’s not a hard concept. Let me call a manager for you.”

    (I call a manager and she comes over. I explain to her what is going on.)

    Manager: “If you get these pants as the price they are ringing up at, they are $22.50. If you get them at 25% off, they are $33.75.”

    Woman: “That’s what I want! Why is math such a hard concept for the workers here to grasp? Just change the price and give them to me for $33.75 or whatever.”

    (I changed the price so they were more expensive. The customer walks away, still mumbling something about how we suck at math.)

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    Red Grapes Or Wrath

    | Toronto, Canada | At The Checkout, Food & Drink

    (It is 9:30 pm on a Friday night. Note that the store closes at 10 pm.)

    Customer: “Hi, do you have any more red grapes? These ones look pretty rough.”

    Me: “No, sorry sir, but we’re all sold out of grapes.”

    Customer: “Oh, really? I think you’re lying. Get me some more grapes from the back.”

    Me: “Sir, I can assure you that if there were any more grapes, I’d have displayed them already.”

    Customer: “Bull! You just don’t want to bring me any so you can go home early!”

    Me: “No, we just don’t have any left. Our shipment comes in at 9:30 am tomorrow.”

    Customer: “What? No, it doesn’t. There aren’t any delivery trucks here at 9:30!”

    Me: “Sir, I’m not lying to you, so I’d appreciate if you stopped accusing me of doing so.”

    Customer: “Let me talk to your manager! I bet he has some grapes in the back!”

    Me: “Look, sir. My manager has gone home for the night. I am certain that there is no secret back room that only he has access too.”

    Customer: “Well, fine! This is the last time I shop here!”

    (He reluctantly buys a bag of green grapes instead and walks away.)

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