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    Ever come across a customer that has made you want to call the police? These ones pretty much ensure it. It goes way beyond the realms of shoplifting or threatening behavior. Some of these customers are too stupid even for those…

    It Never Hurts To Ask…And Ask…And Ask, Part 2

    | Commerce, TX, USA | Criminal/Illegal, Liars & Scammers, Top

    (A car pulls up to our store. Two teenagers get out while the driver waits inside. I know the second teenager as a petty shoplifter, so I keep a very close eye on them.)

    Teenager #1: “I’d like a pack of cigarettes.”

    Me: “Okay, I’ll need to see a valid, current, driver’s license in order to sell them to you.”

    Teenager #1: “Why?”

    Me: “Because I need to verify your age. By law, you need to be eighteen or older to purchase tobacco products in this state.”

    Teenager #1: “I don’t have one.”

    Me: “Sorry, I can’t sell you the cigarettes, then.”

    (The two teenagers leave the store and talk with the driver. They then come back in and resume begging.)

    Teenager #1: “Please?”

    Me: “No. It’s against the law. I’m not able to do it.”

    (They leave to the car and return again.)

    Teenager #1: “Okay, I’ve got the license.” *hands me an old learner’s permit*

    Me: “I’m afraid I still can’t sell you the cigarettes.”

    Teenager #1: “Why not!? I’ve given you the license!”

    Me: “It’s still not possible. You see, this is a learner’s permit, not a license. That alone wouldn’t be too bad if you could prove this is your permit. However, this doesn’t have a picture of you on it. But before you go fishing out a student ID or anything like that, I can’t accept this for other reasons. First of all, it has expired. Secondly, it isn’t a license with your picture on it. Lastly, it says you are only seventeen and that you had a birthday last month. You still aren’t eighteen.”

    Teenager #1: “Oh, come on, please?”

    (The teenagers leave yet again, talk to the driver, and return. This time, they take their begging to another customer who has been filling out paperwork and drinking coffee near the front door.)

    Teenager #1: “Sir, could you buy some cigarettes for me? That guy won’t sell them to us.”

    Another Customer: “Seriously? You are seriously asking me that?”

    Teenager #1: “Well, yeah. He won’t sell them, and we really want them!”

    (The other customer looks at them as if they have gone into the Twilight Zone.)

    Another Customer: “You want me…”

    Teenager #1: “…to buy the cigarettes.”

    Another Customer: “Wait a moment. You want ME to buy you cigarettes. He’s already heard you ask me, and by law he can’t sell them to me because he will know that I am buying them for you.”

    Teenager #1: “Oh, come on, just buy them, will you?”

    Another Customer: “Furthermore, you are asking ME to break the law…”

    Teenager #1: “Come on, man… please?”

    Another Customer: “…an on duty, fully in-uniform police officer to break the law and buy you cigarettes?”

    Teenager #1: “Yeah, please?”

    Another Customer: “Think. About. It.”

    (Seeing the officer’s answering glare, the teenager and his friend finally decide the game is over. No cigarettes tonight!)

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    Three Beers To The Wind

    | Albuquerque, NM, USA | Criminal/Illegal, Food & Drink, Liars & Scammers

    (While working at the convenience store, I notice an older male customer, who is clearly intoxicated, put three single beer cans down his shirt. The shirt is tucked in, so the beers are very obviously hanging out of his shirt. I intercept him as he tries to make his way to the door. Caught red-handed, he drunkenly holds out a handful of cash.)

    Customer: “Hey how much do I have?”

    Me: “You have three dollars, but you also have three beers down your shirt. Now give them back, please.”

    Customer: “What?”

    Me: *pokes at a beer can in his shirt* “You have 3 beers down your shirt, and we need those back now.”

    Customer: “Oh. Okay.” *hands me two of the beers*

    Me: “What about the third beer, man?”

    Customer: “What beer?”

    (I poke the can under his shirt.)

    Me: “This one. We need that one back, too. Now.”

    Customer: “Oh, okay…” *hands beer back* “Can I buy some beer now?”

    Me: “You just tried to steal from us! H*** no, you can’t buy any beer! Now get out!”

    Customer: *meekly leaves*

    Can’t Hide That You Lied About The Ride

    | MN, USA | Family & Kids, Liars & Scammers

    Me: “Sorry, can I double check your son’s height? I just want to make sure he’s tall enough.”

    Guest: “Ugh, all right! [Son], stand against the sign.” *to me* “He’s been on this one before. He loves it! It’s his favorite ride.”

    (The guest’s son is just tall enough to ride, so I let them in. I run the ride, but notice that her son is noticeably frightened. As they get off the ride, I decide to question the guest.)

    Me: “Is it still his favorite ride?”

    Guest: “What?! No! He’s never been on this one before!”

    Biting Off More Than He Can Chew

    | Cincinnati, OH, USA | Liars & Scammers, Pets & Animals, Top

    (I work at a dinosaur trail, where people can walk through the forest and look at robotic dinosaurs. On this particular day, a guest with one arm comes onto the trail. About half an hour later, he comes back out.)

    Me: “So, did you enjoy the trail?”

    Guest: “I got my arm bit off.”

    Coworker: *without skipping a beat* “I’m sorry, sir. We don’t give refunds.”

    Like Taking Candy From A Baby, Kids, And Everyone Else

    | California, USA | Food & Drink, Liars & Scammers

    (I’m working in my family’s store part-time while I go to college. I am 18, but look a lot like my younger sister, who is 12, and sound younger than her as well. It’s October, and we give out free candy to paying customer’s kids or nearby schoolkids. We have a customer who lives next door to our shop; she’s very aggressive and known for shoplifting.)

    Me: “Hello, welcome to [store's name].”

    Customer: “Yeah, yeah, what ever.”

    (The customer begins taking candy from the bowl, which clearly has a sign that says, “KIDS ONLY. TAKE ONE EACH.”)

    Me: “We ask you only take one or two, not a handful. A lot of kids come by and we can’t keep refilling the bowl.”

    Customer: “What?! I’m getting some for my kids!”

    Me: “Well, we ask you at least take six and not a handful, since I know you only have three children.”

    Customer: “Y’all have plenty of candy in the store. Stop being selfish and f***ing stingy.”

    Me: “It’s not being stingy. The owner is paying from their own pockets for the merchandise, and they have to feed their family on the income of this store.”

    Customer: “F***’ing b****!”

    (The customer goes off into the store to shop. Meanwhile, my coworker approaches with some small pumpkin decorations.)

    Coworker: *to me* “Your father called and said to put the candies in here, so when kids come they’ll have a small gift bag. I’ll keep an eye on the customer.”

    (I empty the bowl into the individual pumpkins and leave the bowl on the counter. I’m putting the last of the candy pumpkins into a box when the customer comes back with some items. She’s since eaten all of the candy she took earlier.)

    Me: “Is that all?” *I start ringing her up*

    Customer: “Yeah. What grade you in?”

    Me: “I’m in college. I just graduated a few months ago.”

    Customer: “Wha!? Nu-uh! How old are you?”

    Me: “I’m going to turn 19 soon.”

    Customer: “What? Really? You don’t look—”

    (The customer starts reaching for the bowl, when she notices the candy missing.)

    Customer: “What the f***!? Why are y’all acting weird? I ain’t gonna take all your d*** candy.”

    Me: “Oh, sorry. The owner just called with a new idea of making gift bags for the kids to give out until Halloween.”

    Customer: “Well, then give me three!”

    Me: “I’m sorry, but you’ve already taken enough candy for your kids.”

    Customer: “Why you treating me different, huh? What the f*** is wrong with you?!”

    Me: “Please tone it down and refrain from cursing. We don’t want any trouble. We are just doing as the owner asks.”

    Customer: “Don’t talk back to me, you little b****! I’ll get your a** fired! Anyway, you’re too young too work here! I know you’re not f***’in 19! You’re still in middle school, aren’t you? You’re a f***in’ liar! I’m going to call social services and tell ‘em they’re hiring 12 year olds to work here and missing school!”

    Me: “I’m sorry, but if you want, you can call them. I know how old I am, and so does everyone that knows me.”

    Customer: “Get me the f***in’ manager! I’ll get your a** fired SO fast!”

    Me: *to my coworker* “Well, you’re the one in charge when my father isn’t here.”

    Coworker: *to the customer* “Look, sweetie: this ’12 year old’ is technically the one in charge, since she is the boss’ daughter.”

    Customer: “That is bulls***!”

    Coworker: *to me* “Come on, little Miss Boss. Kick her out of the store.”

    Me: *nervously* “M-ma’am, w-will you kindly leave t-the store before we call security?”

    Customer: “F*** YOU! I’M NEVER COMING TO THIS STORE AGAIN!”

    Me: “Have a nice day!”

    Coworker: “Please come again real soon!”

    (After a week, I had to go full time to college. However, I learned that my stepmother eventually had to call the cops on the customer and file a restraining order from letting her into the store.)

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