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    This category features customers whose mishandling of vocabulary and grammar are so bad that we literally have no words to describe them!

    Ignorant About Immigrants

    | St. Louis, MO, USA | Bigotry, Language & Words

    (All of the signs in our store are both in English and Spanish.)

    Me: “Welcome to [store name]. How can I help you?”

    Customer: “Yeah, I wanna know why the h*** you people cater to them Mexicans!”

    Me: “I’m sorry your feel that way, sir. But it is company policy that we post in multiple languages; we even have a phone line that can translate for our customers. We consider it good customer service.” 

    Customer: “That is bull! We are in America and people should speak American!”

    Me: *getting ornery* “Well, sir, even I don’t speak American. I speak English.”

    Customer: “You are one of those Brits! Probably came here to take a good American job just like the rest of them!”

    Me: “No sir, I’m not British. I was born and raised right here in Missouri.” 

    Customer: “Then why don’t you speak American?”

    (At this point my coworker, having overheard everything, steps in.)

    Coworker: “Because ‘American’ isn’t a language.”

    Customer: “Yes it is! You d*** foreign people are taking over! I’m never shopping here again!” *leaves*

    Good Morning To Irony

    | USA | Language & Words

    (I work for a bookstore that publishes a yearly book of children’s stories. The store has these books on display near the cash registrars.)

    Customer: *reads the title out loud*Say Good Night to Literacy.”

    Me: “Actually, it is ‘illiteracy’. The writing is a little funky, and a lot of people have been reading it as literacy.”

    Customer’s Friend: “What does ‘illiteracy’ even mean?”

    Customer: “It means you can’t read.”

    What’s Another Word For Wrong Major

    | UK | Family & Kids, Language & Words

    (A girl and her mother are shopping for cookware for her to take to college.)

    Girl: “Do you have any…” *snaps her hand open and closed like a puppet*

    Me: “Sorry, what?”

    Girl: “You know…” *does puppet hands again* “…for cooking.” *to her mom* “Mum, I need some…” *hand motion*

    Girl’s Mother: “Tongs?”

    Girl: “Yes!”

    (I show them where to find them while the mother teases the girl. I try to change the subject as the girl is obviously embarrassed.)

    Me: “So, you need this stuff for college?”

    Girl: “Yeah.”

    Me: “What are you studying?”

    (The girl turns bright red and both her and her mother start laughing.)

    Girl’s Mother: “She’s going to be studying English!”

    A Birthday Fit For A King

    | Belgium | Language & Words, Top

    (This call takes place during pre-Internet times, back when I was a student working a holiday job at a call center for a national telecom operator. My job was to look up international phone and fax numbers for our customers.)

    Me: “International inquiries, how can I help you?”

    Elderly Male Caller: “Hello? I need the number of The King of Morocco’s direct line.”

    Me: “I’m sorry, sir, but that type of information would be classified. I can give you the number of our embassy in Morocco if you like. Maybe someone over there can further assist you? ”

    Elderly Male Caller: “No, no, that won’t do. Your colleague already told me to dial [embassy's number], but that’s no good. I want the direct line of The King. He lives in Casablanca.”

    Me: “I’m sorry, sir, but I’m afraid we cannot help you.”

    Elderly Male Caller: “Are you quite sure? It’s The King I’m looking for, he lives in Casablanca, which is in Morocco, and I’m quite sure there is only one of them in the whole country. Surely you can look up his number?”

    Me: “I’m afraid I can’t, sir, as I’ve explained before—”

    Elderly Male Caller: *sadly* “I used to have his number, you know, but I’ve lost the notebook it was in. Oh well, I’ll just have to wait for him to call me then. Goodbye…”

    (The caller hangs up. However, over the next hour, several of my coworkers get the same call, with the elderly man sounding more desperate, and repeating over and over he needs to speak to The King in Casablanca. Eventually, I get him on my line again.)

    Me: “Sir, I’m really sorry, but there’s nothing more me or my colleagues can do for you. The King’s direct number is private. We simply cannot access that kind of information.”

    Elderly Male Caller: “But it’s his 68th birthday! I ALWAYS call him on his birthday! Ever since he moved to Casablanca, over 25 years ago! My brother, The King!”

    (At this point, it finally dawned on me that “The King” he was trying to call was simply the elderly caller’s brother, Mr. De Koning (“The King”, literally), who had indeed moved to Casablanca, and who indeed turned out to be the only “De Koning”/”The King” in the Casablanca telephone directory. When I finally gave our customer the number of “The King” of Casablanca, he was extremely grateful!)

    With Customers Like These, Sales Are Guaranteed To Take Off

    | Las Vegas, NV, USA | Language & Words

    Me: “Hi, may I help you find something today?”

    Customer: “Uh, yeah. Where do you have your ceiling propellers?”

    Me: “Do you mean ceiling fans?”

    Customer: “No, I’m looking for ceiling propellers.”

    (I assume that she is looking for ceiling fans anyway, and point her towards them.)

    Me: “Is that what you’re looking for?”

    Customer: “Oh yes! There’s your ceiling propellers. I thought you sold them!”

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