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    Category: Criminal/Illegal

    Wined And Dined And Fined

    | Chicago, IL, USA | Criminal/Illegal, Food & Drink, Money, Top

    (I wait tables at a popular Chicago Italian restaurant that gets a lot of traffic from Cubs fans on game day. Another waitress has a table full of young men who have come down from an affluent suburb to see the game. They’re very friendly, and charming, and drinking up a storm. She drops their check, and goes to serve another customer and comes back to find that they’ have ‘dined and dashed.’ We are required to cover our tickets, so she is now $100+ in the hole, and starts trying to pick up a later shift so she doesn’t lose money. A few other waiters head over to the bar where we usually go after our shifts. One comes back, bursting with excitement.)

    Waiter: “Those guys who stiffed you are all drinking at the bar!”

    (Our restaurant also happens to be a popular cop hangout. One of our regulars, a 6’9″ fierce-looking cop, who is sitting in the poor waitress’s station at that very moment, speaks up.)

    Cop: “Can you take care of her tables for a moment?”

    (The cop takes the waitress down the street to the bar, with several of us following to see the fun, and storms up to the group of young men.)

    Cop: “Gentlemen, I believe you forgot to take care of something this evening.”

    (Horrified, the young men frantically dig through their pockets and start throwing money at her. She ends up with a 50 percent tip!)

    Getting Chesty About The Law

    | Rio de Janeiro, Brazil | Criminal/Illegal, Rude & Risque, Top, Tourists/Travel

    (I’m an American married to a Brazilian, and I spend several months a year in Brazil. I work at a beachside stall serving beer and snacks. A pair of American tourists are in front of me, and the woman is topless, which is strictly illegal in Brazil, but many assume otherwise.)

    Man: “Hi. Two cervezas and, uh, some chips. You got chips?”

    Server: *in Portuguese* “Ma’am, you can’t be topless here! The police could arrest you. You need to cover up.”

    Woman: “What are you talking about? I don’t speak Spanish.”

    Me: “Lady, he’s telling you that you need to cover up.”

    Woman: “What? Like h*** I do. This is Brazil!”

    Me: “Yeah, a Catholic country that bans public nudity. You can be arrested.”

    Man: “F*** off. This is Brazil. People go topless on the beach all the time.”

    Me: “Well, look around at the beach. You’re the only woman in sight without a top on.”

    Woman: “Mind your d*** business.” *they walk off in a huff*

    Server: “I wonder if they noticed that they’re about to walk right past three police cars?”

    Me: “Probably not.”

    (I stood there, sipping my beer, and watched as the woman was cited for public nudity.)

    Where There Are Smokers, There Is Fire

    | IL, USA | Criminal/Illegal, Extra Stupid

    (I am the manager of a store that sells hookahs, among many other things. Since there are very strict laws in the area I tend to cut people off before incriminating themselves too much. The phone rings and I answer.)

    Me: “[Store Name]. This is [Name]. How can I help you?”

    Caller: “Hi. You guys sell hookahs? I want to know how these things work. I need to know what order to put things in. I’ve got the coal ready. I put that in the bowl on top, then the tobacco and weed right?”

    Me: “I’m sorry, but we don’t sell hookahs for anything illegal. Just tobacco.”

    Caller: “Oh right… Where do I put the tobacco then?”

    Me: *sighs* “The tobacco goes in the bowl, then either a screen or tin foil with some holes on top of the bowl, and the lit coal on top.”

    Caller: “Oh… I would have burned my house down again! Thanks!” *hangs up*

    Me: “Again?”

    Ejected From The Library

    | New York, NY, USA | Criminal/Illegal, Rude & Risque

    (I’m an assistant librarian. We have a section of computers for our patrons to use, located directly next to the children’s section. One day while I’m re-shelving kid’s books, I hear what sounds like people having sex. I turn to look and see an old man sitting at one of the computers watching VERY explicit porn.)

    Me: “Sir! Excuse me, sir. I’m going to have to ask you to turn that off.”

    Old Man: “No! This is a free country!”

    Me: “I’m sorry, but not only is that inappropriate content, we’re right next to the children’s section. You don’t want any of them to see that sort of thing. Do you?”

    Old Man: “It’s perfectly natural! They should see it! I knew all about this sort of thing when I was their age!”

    Me: “…sorry, what!?”

    Old Man: “My mother was a w****! I lost my virginity when I was ten! There’s nothing wrong with kids knowing about sex!”

    Me: “There are so many things wrong with that statement that I can’t even list them.”

    (I ended up having to call the police to remove him because he was making a scene. He was banned from the library, but he still tries to sneak in every few months to watch porn on our computers.)

    Sticking It Out

    | MA, USA | At The Checkout, Criminal/Illegal, Liars & Scammers

    (It is the late 1990s. I’m a cashier for a major home improvement store. We have been taught how to spot the various tricks people might use to try to pay less for merchandise than the actual prices. One night, an assistant manager came up to me about 10 minutes before closing time, as I was the only register open.)

    Manager: “Keep your eyes open. We’ve got a customer who’s up to no good.”

    Me: “You think he’s trying to make a grab?”

    Manager: “Yeah, and he’s not exactly being subtle about it. I’ve been watching him roaming the aisles. Just be on your toes.”

    (A few minutes later, said customer approaches the registers. I call him over.)

    Me: “Evening, sir.”

    Customer: “Hi. Just this, please.”

    (He hands me a utility lamp that I scan. Just by looking at my monitor I can tell what he’s up to.)

    Me: “Wait. That can’t be right.”

    Customer: “No. It says $4.99, then that’s the price!”

    (The price is one thing, but the monitor shows that I’ve scanned in a $4.99 house plant from the garden area.)

    Me: “Sir, you’re buying a lamp, not a plant.”

    (A quick inspection confirms what I suspected, that he’s taken the UPC sticker off a lower priced item and covered the lamp’s UPC with it. His mistake was what he took the sticker from. I peel the sticker off and re-scan the lamp, showing the correct $24.95 price.)

    Customer: “No. You’ve got to let me have it for the other price you scanned in!”

    (During training, we were also told never to confront or accuse a suspected shoplifter, to leave that to a manager.)

    Me: “Sir, even though the wrong bar code wound up on this by some error, I have to charge you the right price for the right item.”

    Customer: *sighs* “Fine. I’ve got to go check something out. Be right back.”

    Me: “Okay, but we close in a few minutes.”

    Customer: “Yeah, fine. I’ll put this back….”

    (The whole time, I’ve had my hand on the lamp in case he tries to take it and run.)

    Me: “No, sir. That’s okay. I’ll take care of it.”

    (The customer goes back into the aisle. The assistant manager has been nearby watching the whole thing, and follows him, but passes by me first.)

    Manager: “Nice catch. I’ll make sure your supervisor hears about this one.”

    (Less than two minutes later, he’s ushering the customer to the exit.)

    Customer: “Man, I didn’t do anything!”

    Manager: “Yeah, ’cause I have a cashier who knows what he’s doing!”

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