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Category: Money

Her Learning Doesn’t Hold Much Coin

| MD, USA | At The Checkout, Money, Tourists/Travel

Me: “Your total is $10.60.”

Customer: *with an accent that sounds like she’s from around Manchester, England* “Okay, here’s a ten, and…” *pours her change on the counter and starts going through them* “…Is this twenty-five? No, this is five… and this is ten? No, this one’s twenty-five cents… How much is this one? Oh, I’m not good with this money. I can’t tell what anything is.”

Me: “No problem. I’ll count out sixty for you. So, are vacationing here in the USA?”

Customer: “No, I’ve lived here for ten years…”

This Is Why We’re In A Recession, Part 39

| NY, USA | At The Checkout, Extra Stupid, Money

(A woman and her friend come up to my register to pay for her rather large order. She hands me her credit card and continues talking to her friend.)

Me: “I’m sorry, miss, your card was declined.”

(She glares at me before returning to her friend.)

Me: “Let me try it again. Still coming back declined.”

Customer: “How can that be? Are you sure you’re doing it right?”

Me: “It’s hard to do it wrong. I’ll key it in manually. Maybe my reader is broken.”

(I manually key in the card; it gets declined again.)

Me: “I’m sorry miss, your card was declined again. Do you ha—”

Customer: *to friend* “You know? I spend more money in this place than this guy makes in a week.”

Me: “That may be the reason your credit card is maxed out.”

Related:
This Is Why We’re In A Recession, Part 38
This Is Why We’re In A Recession, Part 37
This Is Why We’re In A Recession, Part 36

Dying For A Discount

| IN, USA | At The Checkout, Crazy Requests, Money

(An elderly lady comes up to my register with a full cart and automatically starts complaining about how much stuff she has, like that is anyone else’s fault but her own.. She is one of those lovely customers who puts one item on the counter at a time for me to scan, and complains the whole long while. I know she’s going to have a problem with her total, so I just go ahead and apply the senior discount without her asking; policy is for the customer to ask. After she complains about the total and I let her know how much I saved her, she says:)

Customer: “Honey, could you do any better than that?”

Me: “No, that’s the best discount I can give you this week.”

Customer: “Are you sure? This is just an awfully high total.”

Me: “Yeah, that’s the best I can do.”

Customer: “Oh, well, I just don’t like that total. And anyway, my doctor says I’m going to die soon, maybe tomorrow, and won’t be able to use all of this anyway, so is there anything else you can do?”

Me: “…We can put some of your items back?”

Tipped To Be Persistent

, | Moberly, MO, USA | Bizarre, Money

(I work as a janitor.)

Me: *sweeping floors before finding a lady looking lost* “Do you need help finding something?”

Lady: “Oh, sure-gel for…” *looks at me holding a broom* “Oh, don’t mind me, sweetie. I’ll find it.”

Me: “For canning? You sure? I can take you to it.”

Lady: “But you’re sweeping. I don’t want to interrupt.”

Me: “Ma’am, it’s on the other side of the store. Let me show you.”

Lady: “All right…”

(Cue criss-crossing the store as I help her find several hard to locate items.)

Lady: “I think that’s it. You’ve been so helpful. Here…” *tries to hand me a $5 bill*

Me: *holds my hands up palm forward* “No can do, ma’am. Can’t accept tips.”

Lady: “Nonsense, you’ve helped me more than anyone who’s actually supposed to!”

(She tries to dive to my pockets to slide money in.)

Me: *slams hands on top of the pockets before she gets there, backpedalling* “Nope! You have a nice day!”

(Thirty minutes later I’m collecting trash from the bins. The lady is trying to sneak up on me, hand reaching for my pocket with money in it. I barely spot her in time, turning and stuffing my hands in my pocket.)

Me: “Still no can do. I appreciate the offer, though.”

Lady: “Oh, shut up.” *smiling, she grabs my collar, pulls my shirt open and stuffs the bill down the front of my shirt*

Lady: “Tell your bosses where they can shove that tip if they don’t like it!”

Me: *stunned silence*

(Upon telling my boss, he laughs and shrugs.)

Boss: “You can either donate it to CMN, or forget you told me about it. Wasn’t anything you could do about it.”

Playing The Bad Customer Game

| Toronto, ON, Canada | Crazy Requests, Money

(An older man comes in to buy some games for his grandson. He picks out three games, buys them, and leaves. The next day, when I’m working, an older woman comes into the store.)

Female Customer: “I’m looking to buy some games for my grandson. My husband came here yesterday and bought him some, so I don’t want to get the same ones.”

Me: That’s understandable. Which games did he buy?”

Female Customer: *gives me a look like I just spoke to her in another language* “How do I know?! Look it up on your computer!”

(We have a computer system that is able to go through past transactions, so I tell her I can look it up, but since I wasn’t there the day before, I had no idea what to even look for.)

Me: “I just need to know what system the games were for, and what time approximately he came in.”

Female Customer: “How am I supposed to know any of that?! That is YOUR job!”

Me: “Well, I wasn’t here yesterday, so I have no idea what to even look for. Maybe you can call him and ask him if he can tell you which games he bought, or at least the system and what time he came in to buy them?”

Female Customer: *making sighs of annoyance and looking super frustrated* “Fine, hang on.”

(She proceeds to call her husband, and he tells her the system he bought them for and around what time he bought them. I start going through the system and find a transaction that matches that, so I help her find a few games for the system that are different from the ones her husband bought, but with the same kind of theme. She buys the games and leaves. A few hours later she comes back with the games and her receipt.)

Female Customer: “I want to return these.”

Me: “Okay, that’s fine. But can I ask why you’re returning them?”

Female Customer: “I found a better deal on them at [Big Box Store]. They were all $44.89 as opposed to your $44.99. You guys have the worst prices.”

(I return the games for her and she leaves.)

Coworker: “Did she actually come all the way back here to save 10 cents a game…?”

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