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    He Only Wants The White Meat

    , | Manchester, England, UK | At The Checkout, Family & Kids, Food & Drink, Language & Words, Top

    (I am working on a till at a popular fast food restaurant, where we serve fried chicken. One of the more popular drinks is a white chocolate milkshake. I have just finished handing out an order when a father and his son come up to the counter.)

    Me: “Hi there! Welcome to [name of restaurant]. Can I take your order?”

    Father: “Yes. Can I have a white chocolate chicken meal and a fried milkshake?”

    Me: *thinking I’ve misheard* “I’m very sorry; what did you say?”

    Father: *irritated* “A white chocolate chicken meal, and a fried milkshake!”

    (I look at the son, and we both exchange puzzled looks.)

    Father: “Look, it’s just a white chocolate chicken meal and a fried milkshake! What’s so hard—”

    (The son bursts out laughing; the father looks down confused.)

    Father: “What? You did want a white choco—”

    Son: “Dad! Think about what you just said!”

    Father: “I remember! A white chocolate chi—”

    (He suddenly realizes what he has said before, and covers his eyes with his hand.)

    Father: “I didn’t just say that, did I?”

    Son: “You did!”

    Father: “Very sorry about that. A white chocolate MILKSHAKE, and a fried chicken meal, please?”

    Someone Should Show Her The (Car) Door

    | Sandusky, MI, USA | Bad Behavior, Criminal/Illegal, Family & Kids, Health & Body, Top, Wild & Unruly

    (An old car has just driven up outside the store. Out of it comes a customer who looks like a party girl, with makeup and chewing gum. She enters the store.)

    Customer: “I want some pretzels.”

    Me: “Right, that’s $3 a bag.”

    (The customer dumps the money on the counter and snatches the bag from my hand. I think nothing of it, but a few seconds later I hear her screaming. I go outside to see the customer screaming at a nerdy-looking girl that looks about 10.)

    Customer: “You f******, ungrateful little b****!”

    Girl: “Look, I’m s-sorry!”

    Customer: “You f****** better be, you little cow! You f****** well damaged my car! There are cameras up there. You are in so much trouble!”

    Me: “What’s happened?”

    Customer: “This ugly b**** thinks she can open a car door without thinking that she can actually damage my $50,000 car!”

    (I raise an eyebrow, as the car is clearly worth nowhere near that amount. The girl’s father comes up.)

    Father: “What’s going on, [Girl's name]?”

    Customer: “I’ll tell ya what happened! Your w**** of a daughter opened the door on my car, and there’s a f****** dent in it!”

    (The father and I look over. The car door has landed in a dent, but given the standards of the car, I assume it was there already.)

    Me: “Look, why don’t you come inside. I can call the police and they look at the tapes?”

    Girl: *to man* “Daddy, I’m scared.”

    Customer: “You f****** well should be, you little b****! I hope you think about this every time you get in your precious daddy’s car! You’re lucky your daddy can actually pay for this! You think you’re so rich; you can do what you want!”

    (I try to help the situation by asking the customer to take a step inside and talk to the manager. But then she looks at the father.)

    Customer: “You gonna pay for it?”

    Man: “I am.” *looks at girl* “[Girl's name], try and think before you open a door.”

    Girl: “It was there already.”

    Customer: “You know what, little cow? I really hope that when your daddy is in hospital from the heart attack he’s gonna get when he sees the bill, he dies from it!”

    (The girl wails even louder, holding onto her father’s leg, as he begins to look pale. He puts an arm round the girl’s back, and some other customers outside the shop and inside are now looking. The customer can’t stand me trying to get her inside, and digs her nails in my cheek.)

    Customer: “Don’t keep talking to me in that fancy cashier talk lady; I can handle myself!”

    (The girl’s crying is now really loud, so the customer goes over and pulls the girl from her father. The girl is reaching toward her father, and he begins trying to fight the customer to get her off. I call security in my radio. The customer is hitting the girl and knocking her glasses off.)

    Customer: “You think you’re so important don’t ya? Well you’re just a f****** loser! You ain’t gonna rely on mommy and daddy forever, kid. One day you gonna have to leave. Yeah, and you’ll die on the streets because you waste all Daddy’s money on attacking everything!”

    (The security guards manage to get her off, and eventually the police arrive.)

    Policeman: “Calm down miss; we can handle this.”

    Customer: “You f****** better do, because I got a party to go to.”

    Policeman: “The way you’re acting, miss, the only place you’re going is the station.”

    Customer: *laughing* “Come on! Take more than a rich kid to get against me!”

    Me: “What about those cameras that you were arguing about?”

    (The customer is silent. The police take her away. The man and girl give statements, the man comforting his daughter throughout, and then police look at the car and exchange insurance. Soon after, the girl and her father come in to the garage and buy some fizzy drinks.)

    Father: “I remember you from that night.”

    Me: “Did you have to pay insurance?”

    Father: “No. It wasn’t just because she was attacking my daughter. It was because security showed the dent had been there earlier. And what made my daughter cry more actually, was the fact I HAVE had a heart attack. She was only nine and didn’t understand. She has a mental disability, so can’t understand many things and has to go to a special school. She already was having therapy because she’s scared of the outside world, and this was our first time going to a restaurant in ages.”

    Me: “Oh, my God; I am so sorry!”

    Father: “It’s okay. I really think she can get over it.”

    (It’s been around two years since and they come into the store often. She is a lovely, happy young woman, and has gotten over what happened to her. I’m just happy for her that she has coped so well.)

    A Doll That Makes You Act Like A Baby

    | Washington, DC, USA | Bizarre, Family & Kids, Top

    (I work in a high-end doll store. We have two types of doll: dolls based off characters with books and stories, and more customizable, ‘look-alike’ dolls that girls can get to look like themselves. One of our character dolls is a very popular limited-edition doll, and has sold out a few weeks before Christmas.)

    Customer: “Hey! Where’s [limited edition doll]?”

    Me: “She’s actually sold out; I’m very sorry.”

    Customer: “Than I’ll order one! She’ll be here by Christmas, right?”

    Me: “She’s actually sold out company-wide; we don’t have any left in any of our stores or online. Since she’s limited edition, we won’t be getting in any more.”

    Customer: *tearing up* “But my granddaughter looks just like that doll!”

    Me: “Well, we do have another doll; she’s a look-alike doll and looks almost identical to [doll].”

    Customer: “But my granddaughter looks JUST like [doll]!”

    Me: “This doll will look like your granddaughter, too! She has the exact same color and length hair, and the exact same color eyes, and the exact same skin tone as (doll).”

    Customer: *crying* “But my granddaughter looks JUST like [doll]!”

    Me: “The only difference is the face shape.”

    (I show her the different face shapes, and how they compare.)

    Customer: “I don’t see the difference.”

    Me: “Exactly! And this doll comes wearing a different outfit than [doll].”

    Customer: “I don’t care about the outfit… but my granddaughter looks JUST like [doll]!”

    (I finally convince her to go to the other department to at least LOOK at the other, nearly identical doll. The customer is sobbing ‘but my granddaughter looks JUST like [doll]!’ the whole way.)

    Coworker: “Did you just make a grown woman cry over a doll?”

    Me: “Yep, first world problems.”

    Under The Sea Meets Under The Influence

    | FL, USA | Bizarre, Family & Kids, Food & Drink, Movies & TV, Pets & Animals, Top

    (I am shopping with my four-year-old daughter. She has just seen ‘The Little Mermaid’ for the first time. She has become obsessed with Sebastian, the singing crab. As we pass by the seafood section, her eyes go wide and she zooms right up to the lobster tank.)

    My Daughter: “Daddy! They have crabs!”

    Me: “Those are lobsters, babygirl. They’re like crabs but different.”

    My Daughter: *crestfallen* “Oh… so they don’t sing?”

    Me: “Nope. Remember what mommy said? Real crabs don’t sing, only pretend ones do.”

    My Daughter: “I still wanna see them!”

    (At this point a seafood counter employee walks up.)

    Employee: “Hey there, little lady. Are you checking out the lobsters?”

    My Daughter: “Uh-huh.”

    Me: “She’s fascinated by sea creatures.”

    Employee: “Is that so?”

    (The employee kneels down to my daughter’s eye level.)

    Employee: “Would you like to see one up close?”

    My Daughter: “Yeah! Can I, daddy?”

    (I nod to the employee, who puts on some rubber gloves and fishes a large lobster out of the tank. He kneels down again and lets my daughter get close to it.)

    Employee: “Now don’t put your fingers near his feet or his mouth, sweetie. You see how he has his pincers here, and his big tail back here?”

    My Daughter: “Cooooooool!”

    Employee: “You want to touch him? Make sure you only touch him on his back, like this.”

    (The employee pats the lobster along its back, just like one would do with a cat or dog. My daughter copies him, giggling about how funny the lobster feels. Suddenly there is a loud shriek from behind us. A middle-aged woman is staring wide-eyed with both hands over her mouth.)

    Woman: “Oh, my God! What are you doing?! Put that horrid thing away!”

    Employee: “I’m sorry?”

    Woman: “You can’t let a little girl touch a gross, ugly thing like that! Get it away!”

    Me: “Ma’am, my daughter is quite responsible with animals. She holds and plays with my wife’s pet gerbils all the time.”

    Woman: “You let her touch RODENTS?! How disgusting! She’s going to get a disease! You should be thrown in prison!”

    (She barrels away at full speed, almost running into two people.)

    My Daughter: “Daddy, is that lady crazy?”

    Me: “I think so, babygirl.”

    There’s A Reason She Is Always Running Off

    | Bendigo, VIC, Australia | Family & Kids

    (Whilst shopping in a large hardware store, I find a three-year-old girl who has lost her mother.)

    Me: “Hi there, let me help you find your mother.”

    Child: *in tears* “No!”

    (The child then runs off crying out for her mother. I don’t run after her as it would have upset her more. Instead, I head towards the help desk to let the staff know to put out an announcement. As I am walking there, the child finds her mother, and I turn to walk towards them. The mother starts screaming at the child about how she is supposed to stay with her and not run off.)

    Me: “Oh, good, you found your mum.”

    (The mother turns to me without thanking me for helping, and speaks in an angry tone.)

    Mum: “She does this all the time when we come here; she always runs off. You should have just ignored her.”

    Me: *shocked* “You’re welcome; glad she got back safe.”

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