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    Finally Tagged You

    | Waterbury, CT, USA | Criminal/Illegal, Liars & Scammers

    (Our store sells used clothing. An elderly woman and her even older mother come in every Wednesday, which has 50% off a specific tag color. The price tags (which are stapled on) are always hanging off their purchases. We know she is changing them while in the dressing room but can’t prove it.)

    Me: “Hello! Find everything okay?”

    Customer: “Yes. A few of the tags fell off while I was trying them on, though.”

    Me: *noticing one specific outfit, tag barely on* “I’m sorry; this one is not on sale.”

    Customer: “But it’s the sale color!”

    Me: “Ma’am, I priced this myself this morning. You changed the tags.”

    (The customer turned all shades of red and stormed out with her mother. It was a few months before she came back, and all the tags were secure and correct from then on!)

    Shot Himself In The Foot

    | NV, USA | At The Checkout, Bad Behavior, Criminal/Illegal

    (I’m a cashier in a sporting goods store. All of our more expensive products – anything from firearms and ammo to football gloves and high-end sunglasses – are kept behind a counter that is separate from the registers and located right next to the manager’s office. The managers are the only ones who have the keys to the knife drawers and gun cabinets, but any employee can handle small stuff like ammo and sunglasses. Customers are NOT allowed to get their own ammo – only a store associate can grab it for them and it MUST be brought up to the registers by that associate to prevent theft.)

    Me: “Hi there! How can I help you today?”

    Customer: “Ammo. I have a BB gun and I need the ammo for it.”

    Me: “Absolutely! If you go back over there—” *points to gun counter* “—I’ll call someone over and they can help you.”

    Customer: “Thanks!”

    (He heads over to the counter and I intercom one of my managers to help him. As soon as I hang up the phone, a line starts up at my register, so I begin working through the line. A few minutes later, I see one of my coworkers slip behind me and set a package of BBs on my counter, with the customer following right behind them.)

    Me: “Find everything all right?”

    Customer: “Yeah, but I’m a bit upset at your manager. He barked at me while I was over there.”

    Me: “I’m sorry, sir.”

    Customer: “Yeah, he snapped at me for going behind the counter.”

    Me: “…”

    Customer: “Yeah, I got tired of waiting, so I went back there and grabbed them off the shelf.”

    (From the time I sent him over to the counter to the time he walked back to my register, a whopping two minutes had passed, hardly a long wait for a store our size. I was honestly stunned that my head manager hadn’t killed him, or at least tackled him to the ground, for pulling a stunt like that.)

    Me: “Again, I’m sorry, sir.” *finishes transaction* “Have a nice day.”

    (Once he left, I turned to my coworker and frowned, pondering how he managed to rationalize the act of going behind the gun counter of a national sporting goods retailer and NOT think it was a bad idea.)

    An Oily Customer Slips Right Out

    | Australia | At The Checkout, Crazy Requests, Criminal/Illegal

    (Our supplier sent us bottles of sewing machine oil that, despite being sealed, turned out to be empty. Because the bottles are small and opaque we didn’t realise this until customers started bringing them back. A customer came into the store with a defective bottle.)

    Customer: “I had to drive all the way back to your store because this oil bottle was empty. You have no idea how much inconvenience you’ve caused me.”

    Me: “I’m very sorry for the inconvenience, ma’am. I can offer you either a bottle from the new batch or a refund; it’s up to you.”

    Customer: *looks at me as if I’ve asked a stupid question* “I’m obviously going to need more oil. I wouldn’t have bought it if I didn’t.”

    (I go and fetch a new bottle and place it on the counter.)

    Me: “There, you’re good to go. Once again, I’m very sorry for the inconvenience.”

    Customer: *looks at me and blinks*  “Aren’t you going to refund me?”

    Me: “Oh, you wanted a refund instead of a new bottle?”

    Customer: “Yes! Obviously!”

    (I process the refund and hand her the receipt.)

    Me: “There you go, all done!”

    (She snatches the receipt off me. She then picks up the new bottle of machine oil and starts to walk away with it.)

    Me: “Ma’am, wait! I gave you a refund; you can’t take the bottle, too!”

    Customer: “It’s compensation.”

    Me: “What for?”

    Customer: “For the inconvenience you caused me by making me come all the way back to your store.”

    Me: “Ma’am, you can’t just take that! It’s stealing!”

    (She stuck her nose in the air and walked out before anyone could stop her.)

    Will Find Himself Magically Arrested

    | Tucson, AZ, USA | Bizarre, Crazy Requests, Criminal/Illegal

    (I work as a call taker for a local police department. I overhear the following from a coworker speaking to a man who calls in a regular basis.)

    Coworker: “Okay, John, I see that you were arrested a few days ago for filing a false report. Now, if there is no crime being committed this time, you will be in trouble again.”

    (I tune my coworker out while working on gathering information for other calls until I hear this part.)

    Coworker: “How was someone able to steal your wallet and keys in the middle of the night when those were inside the pillow you were sleeping on?” *pause* “How did they get in and get your stuff if you were sleeping on it?” *longer pause* “They have magical powers? Is that what you want me to tell the officers?”

    (Later my coworker told everyone at that point, the caller had been silent for a little while, and then said he didn’t want to get in trouble.)

    Coworker: “Okay, but you want me to send officers to you? And that’s what you want me to tell them? That someone stole your keys and wallet by using magical powers? All right. I will let them know.”

    (It turns out that the caller had called in every day after he was arrested, reporting different matters. Those were handled as callback reports, which take a couple of days, so the police didn’t make the connection. No such luck this time!)

    You Just Weeded Yourself Out, Part 2

    | Portland, OR, USA | Crazy Requests, Criminal/Illegal

    (My coworker is cleaning out the fitting room and finds a fairly generous bag of weed. Later in the day the police stop by in the back room and are picking it up. Meanwhile on the floor…)

    Customer: “Hey, I left a bag here earlier.”

    Me: “Okay, what kind of bag?”

    Customer: “Just a ziploc bag with some… cooking herbs…”

    Me: “Uh. Well, my coworker did find a bag matching that description earlier.”

    Customer: “Can I have it back?”

    Me: “No.”

    Customer: “What? Why not! You guys are stealing my… herbs. I’m a… chef… I need those!”

    Me: “Well, I can go tell the police officers in the back that the owner of the marijuana came back if you would like.”

    (The customer turned around and ran right out of the store.)

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