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    Ah, Grandmothers, Part 2

    | NY, USA | Bizarre, Family & Kids, Top

    (I am a customer in this story and am with my grandmother. The cashier is an older woman in her mid- to late-60s.)

    Cashier: “Well dearie, I think we’ve finished the returns. So, we can start on your purchases.” *starts scanning items*

    Me: “Thanks. It took me a while to find these bargains.”

    Cashier: “Well, I can tell by your savings now that you’ve done pretty well!”

    (Without warning, another customer pushes past me and my grandmother and starts trying to take my items.)

    Cashier: *to the other customer* “Excuse me, ma’am. These do not belong to you. These belong to these ladies here.”

    Other Customer: “RACISM! I knew this store was racist! Trying to take MY ITEMS and give them to this WHITE TRASH HERE!”

    (Note: the other customer is also white. My poor grandmother is bewildered and doesn’t know what to say or do. The cashier is on the verge of tears and calls security.)

    Me: “Excuse me, but those items are indeed mine. I spent almost two hours here with my grandmother trying to find them. If you want, I can tell you where I found them.”

    Other Customer: “LIES! You stole them from me! B***h, you are gonna get SUED!”

    (At this moment, security shows up.)

    Security: *to the other customer* “Oh, no she isn’t. Lady, we have to talk with you.”

    Other Customer: “About time! Take this trailer trash outta the store! Stealing my things! It’s a crime. I’ll sue you and your store and this b**** for thievery!”

    Security: “Lady, we have security cameras in the store. We checked them and discovered you have been the one stealing. So, you’re going to have to come with us.”

    Other Customer: “LIKE H*** I AM!” *runs out of the store with security chasing her*

    Cashier: *to me grandmother and I* “I am so sorry. Would you like store credit or something?”

    (My grandmother and I talk and decide not to take it because it wasn’t the store’s fault. Instead, I pay for my items and we leave. On our way out, we see the other customer is being questioned by police.)

    My Grandmother: *to the other customer* “B****! You got what you deserved. Karma got you back, fool!”

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    At Least His Daughter Is On The Right Track

    | Pittsburgh, PA, USA | Awesome Customers, Family & Kids, Food & Drink, Top

    (I’m a 17-year-old girl. I work as a hostess to pay for my gas money at a local restaurant that specializes in seafood. A family of three walks in: a mom, dad, and their daughter. They’re all well-dressed and the daughter is texting away on an iPhone.)

    Wife: “We have a reservation.”

    Me: “Name?”

    Wife: *gives their last name*

    Me: “Ah, yes, here it is. Table for three. If you would please follow me…”

    (I lead them to a table by the window.)

    Wife: “Thank you.”

    Husband: “Don’t thank her! This is unacceptable!”

    Me: “I’m sorry, sir, is there a problem?”

    Husband: “OF COURSE there’s a problem! I want to be seated outside!”

    Me: “My apologies, sir, but all of the tables outside are taken. Your reservation has no specified preference, so according to restaurant policy, I took you to the first available table. Would you like to wait until a table on the patio is open?”

    Husband: “No! I want to be seated right now!”

    Wife: *to her husband* “Calm down, please.”

    Husband: “Your service is horrible!”

    Me: “I can get the manager for you, if you would like.”

    Husband: “Do it, now!”

    (The entire time, the daughter is still texting away. I fetch my manager and he sends me back to work. Two hours later, the family walks out. The daughter slips me something and leaves without a word. It’s a note and three folded twenty dollar bills.)

    Daughter’s Note: “Sorry that my dad is such an a**. I hope this makes up for it, and congratulations on the track meet last Thursday. We stayed inside, just so you know!”

    (Upon closer inspection, it turns out that she runs for one of our rival schools. I knew she looked familiar!)

    The Camper Is Not Always Right

    | Louisiana, USA | Family & Kids

    (It is the last day of camp, and the campers are even more unruly than usual. They have spent the last 30 minutes putting foam stickers everywhere, and I do mean everywhere.)

    Me: “Okay, guys and gals! Your parents will be here to pick you up soon, so let’s clean up a bit and get these stickers off the floor.”

    Camper: *eye roll* “I don’t understand why we have to pick this up. This is camp!”

    Me: “Well, the other counselors and I didn’t put stickers all over the floor. Do you expect us to pick this up?”

    Camper: “Yes! This is camp! We’re not at home, we’re at camp! We shouldn’t have to clean up after ourselves! That’s YOUR job!”

    Me: *jawdrop*

    If You’re Naughty, We’ll Cart You Off

    | South Dakota, USA | Family & Kids, Top

    (A mother with two young children enter the store. Upset because she can’t ride in the car-shaped cart, the little girl sits on the floor and throws a fit.)

    Mother: “Come on, honey. We don’t have all day.”

    Daughter: *continues to pout*

    Mother: *exasperated* “Seriously, come on or I’ll leave you here!”

    Daughter: *continues to pout*

    Me: *to the daughter* “You know what we do with kids who aren’t with their parents? We put them to work… hard work! We will make you go get carts. It is no fun…” *a coworker getting carts comes inside, so I turn to him* “Just ask him!”

    Coworker: “My mom left me here five years ago!”

    Daughter: *darts up and runs to her mother*

    Mother: *to us* “Thank You!”

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    The Prettiest Customer

    | Avondale, AZ, USA | Awesome Customers, Family & Kids, Top

    (I’m having a bad day as I’ve heard some unfortunate news from a coworker, so my face is a bit somber. A little girl walks up with her parents to my register; her head barely peeks above the counter. I love kids and normally interact with them when I am ringing up the items.)

    Little Girl: *softly* “You’re pretty.”

    (Unfortunately, I can’t hear her because of the beeping from the register.)

    Me: “What was that, sweetie?”

    Little Girl: *louder* “You’re pretty.”

    Me: “Aww, thank you, sweetie.”

    Little Girl: “I hope I am pretty like you when I grow up!”

    (My heart has melted by now.)

    Me: “You are already the prettiest little girl ever! I know you will keep getting prettier as you get older!”

    (I finish the transaction with her parents. As they are slowly walking away, I hear her dad.)

    Dad: “That was very nice, honey. What made you say that?”

    Little Girl: “Because it is true, and she wasn’t smiling when we walked in. And I wanted to get her to smile!”

    (She was right. I was smiling for the rest of my shift!)

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