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    Category: Health & Body

    Stupid customers in stories are bad enough. However, dealing with a customer’s health issues may be hazardous to your own health! Please consult your doctor before continuing.

    Wouldn’t Wish Him On Your Worst Enema

    | Berkeley, CA, USA | Health & Body, Rude & Risque, Theme Of The Month

    (A customer wanders around drug store for half an hour, feeling too embarrassed to ask where the enemas are.)

    Employee: “Hi. Can I help you?”

    Customer: “Uh, I’m looking for an enema bag.”

    Employee: “Oh… you want a bag? We have some bags.”

    (I lead the customer to a small case full of purses in the cosmetics section.)

    Employee: “Here are the bags.”

    Customer: “Do you know what an enema is?”

    Employee: “No…”

    Customer: “I’ll ask someone else.” *leaves drug store*

    On The Need For Hazard Pay, Part 7

    | Toronto, ON, Canada | Health & Body, Rude & Risque, Theme Of The Month

    (While I’m cleaning the men’s washroom, a regular has walked in.)

    Me: “I’m sorry. I’ll just be a minute longer and then you can use the washroom.”

    Customer: “Nope. Gotta go now.”

    Me: “Well, then, I’ll leave and finish when you’re done.”

    Customer: “Nah, don’t worry. I don’t have anything to hide.”

    (I only just managed to get out of the room before he finished opening his pants!)

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    On The Need For Hazard Pay, Part 5
    On The Need For Hazard Pay, Part 4
    On The Need For Hazard Pay, Part 3
    On The Need For Hazard Pay, Part 2
    On The Need For Hazard Pay

    Bound(ary) To Serve

    | Canberra, ACT, Australia | Bizarre, Health & Body, Theme Of The Month

    (We have a regular that comes in every Wednesday or Thursday night. This time, I’m on the register when he comes in. I am female, wearing a knee-length tunic over linen pants as it’s high summer and very warm.)

    Customer: *without saying hello* “Are you pregnant?”

    Me: “Excuse me?”

    Customer: “I was wondering if you were pregnant. Are you?”

    Me: “I don’t see how it’s any of your business, but no.”

    Customer: “It’s just that I had a haircut today, and my hairdresser was wearing a similar outfit to you. She was four months pregnant and got angry at me because I didn’t notice or say anything. So now I’m wondering, do all women wear what you wear when they’re pregnant?”

    Me: “I’m not sure why your hairdresser had such a strong reaction, but I’m pretty sure most women are wearing what I’m wearing right now because its 45 degrees celsius outside and not because it’s a secret code that we’re reproducing.”

    Customer: “Oh, good point. Sorry, I didn’t mean to be rude by asking personal questions.”

    (The very next week, he returns and again walks right up to the register.)

    Customer: “Do you have a boyfriend?”

    Me: *sigh* “Yes.”

    Customer: “Are you going to marry him?”

    Me: “Okay, sir, I think we need to have a quiet chat about boundaries…”

    Sadly They Aren’t Cracking A Joke

    | St. George, UT, USA | Bizarre, Health & Body, Theme Of The Month

    (I work in customer service at a very large store. One day a customer comes up to me looking very upset and holding his cell phone in his hand.)

    Customer: “I need to see a manager.”

    Me: “Certainly! I’ll call them over now. May I ask what you need to see a manager for?”

    Customer: “I need to file a complaint about an employee.”

    Me: “Okay, I’ll call the manager over now.”

    (The manager takes the customer to the side to talk, but I can still hear them.)

    Manager: “What can I do for you?”

    Customer: “I was browsing your store when I saw an employee stocking shelves. His butt was hanging out of his pants. Look!”

    (The customer holds up his phone, and he has actually taken a picture of my coworker’s butt crack hanging out of his pants!)

    Manager: *stifling laughter* “I’ll talk to that employee and make sure it doesn’t happen again.”

    (He never talked to said employee.)

    Can’t Stand Up But Can Do Stand-Up

    | USA | Health & Body, Hotels & Lodging

    (I am a male in my late teens working as the receptionist at a guesthouse in a very quiet, small coastal town. I have a muscle disease and use a manual wheelchair, but I’m behind a desk all day and guests don’t usually notice. An older woman comes up to check out and seeing that the printer is out of paper, I move away from the desk to get more from the closet.)

    Me: “So, ma’am, how was your stay with—”

    Guest: *pity tone that I’ve heard many times before* “Oh no! Oh, honey, what happened to you?”

    Me: *smiling and trying to joke* “Nothing. I just ran out of paper. But don’t worry. We have more.”

    Guest: *very serious* “No, I meant… How did…” *whispering* “Was it a car accident? One of those awful drunk drivers?”

    Me: “Uh, no, actually, it wasn’t. If I could just please ask you to sign—”

    Guest: “Oh, it just breaks my heart. You’re a very brave young man.”

    (As this is happening, another guest wanders into the room to look at the bookshelves we keep stocked for the guests and overhears everything.)

    Me: *still smiling and trying to keep it light* “Ma’am, I’m really not, I promise. I just print receipts and answer the phone. Nothing too brave there.”

    Guest: “But surely you shouldn’t be working in your condition! Your parents must be so worried!”

    Me: “They’re really not, honestly. They raised me to be pretty independent, so when I told them I wanted to find a summer job, they just said ‘cool, give it a shot.’”

    Guest: *apparently TOTALLY mishearing me, looks horrified* “You were SHOT?!”

    Me: “I, wha…?”

    (At this point my coworker, who’s my age and the owner’s daughter, comes down the stairs and hears the last part. She’s petite and usually very quiet and shy around guests.)

    Coworker: “Yeah, and that’ll teach him to show up late again. Next time I’m takin’ a hand.”

    (She points threateningly at me, making a ‘gun’ with her fingers. I’m stunned, as she only ever jokes with me in private, but immediately play along and cringe as if scared of her.)

    Me: “I’m sorry, I won’t! Have mercy!”

    (The guest looks absolutely shocked, and behind her the other guest is nearly doubled over with silent laughter.)

    Guest: “That’s– I don’t– not something to joke about!”

    (She quickly grabs her receipt and suitcase and nearly runs out the door.)

    Me: *to coworker, laughing* “You know, I can’t tell if she actually thought you shot me or was just upset that you made a joke about my tragic ‘condition.’”

    Coworker: *deadpan* “She totally thought that. I’m really scary.”

    Me: “Oh, I know.”

    Other Guest: “I’m gonna leave you guys a great review online. I wasn’t expecting a complimentary comedy show when I made my reservation.”

    Coworker: *still deadpan* “It’s not complimentary.”


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