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    Children Take Note Of When You Take Notes

    | Philippines | Criminal/Illegal, Family & Kids, Money, Top

    (I am at small cupcake store. I have Php100 (around $2.50), which is the exact amount for the two cupcakes I purchase. Next to me is a shifty woman with two rowdy kids. I order and leave my money on the counter. When I get my cupcakes, the money is gone, so I assume my cupcakes are paid. I’m about to leave, when the store owner says she hasn’t received payment.)

    Me: “I already paid, miss. I left the money on the counter.”

    (She looks down on the counter, and on the floor, but it isn’t there. I am about to take out another 100, doubting if my memory was fine or if the money flew away, when the owner makes a small gaze at the other woman, who quickly notices it.)

    Lady: “So, what? You’re blaming me? Why am I to be responsible for some girl who’s whiter? Does that mean she’s not going to cheat you? She didn’t leave any money on the counter!”

    (In the Philippines, like America, there’s some racism on the skin color as well. I’m unnaturally white for a Filipino, which hints to everyone about my Spanish ancestry. I’m part Spanish, but dominantly Filipino. Anyone with light skin are automatically assumed to be of Spanish heritage while tan and darker are pure Filipino ancestry. Because of the Spanish colonization back in the early day, some still believe that Spanish-lineage people look down on Filipinos. The lady goes on a rant about how hard her life is as a mother of two, and refuses to be a victim of a, as she puts it, a Spaniard. I keep a cool and unemotional face, but the owner, who triggered the woman’s anger, begins cowering. Finally, her little boy, who looks like he would want nothing more than to leave the kiosk and find a bathroom, butts in.)

    Boy: “Mom, I really have to pee. Can’t you just give them back the money you got on the counter a while ago and we can go?”

    (The mom’s face turns red, grabs her bag, dumps a crumpled 100 on the counter, turns on her heel, and leaves with her nose in the air.)

    Me: “Merry Christmas!”

    The Schadenfreude Sale

    | Seattle, WA, USA | Money

    (It is during the middle of a renovation at my work, but we have stayed open during the remodel. This makes for some bad organization and mistakes concerning where certain items go.)

    (My coworker rings up a seemingly nice woman for an obviously expensive looking item for scrap-booking.)

    Coworker: “You’re total is [amount].”

    Customer: “Um, that isn’t right. I got this from the $1 sale bin.”

    Coworker: “I am so sorry. See we are going through a renovation. This item must be put there by mistake.”

    Customer: “Well it was there, so I should get it for a dollar.”

    (My coworker gets our manager.)

    Manager: “Yes, I am sorry ma’am, but unfortunately, we cannot give you this expensive of an item for a dollar.”

    Customer: “BUT IT WAS IN THE SALE BIN!”

    Manager: “I realize that. But we are all human and mistakes happen. If you would like to purchase it for full price that would be fine.”

    (The customer makes a huge scene and yells obscenities at both the manager and co-worker. Oddly enough, she decides to buy the item anyway.)

    Coworker: *perfectly normal, non-emotional voice* “Okay, that’ll be [amount].”

    Customer: “WELL DON’T ACT SO HAPPY ABOUT IT! YOU FORCED ME TO BUY IT!” *leaves in a huff*

    Less Is More, More Or Less, Part 4

    | Baltimore, MD, USA | At The Checkout, Extra Stupid, Money

    (I work in a large office supplies store that gives customers rewards coupons that act as a certain cash amount that can be spent on anything. We often send out separate coupons that expire on a Saturday, as that is when our sales change. This happens as I am working as a cashier on a closing shift on Saturday.)

    Me: “Hi, did you find everything you were looking for?”

    Customer: “Yeah, I think this is all I need.”

    (He hands me his rewards coupons, along with another coupon for $5 off a $25 purchase.)

    Me: “Oh, it looks like you’re not quite at $25, with only $17 worth of stuff. But your rewards coupons would take you down to around $3, so you’re fine!”

    Customer: “What? But I really wanted to use this $5 coupon. It expires today!”

    Me: “Well, you don’t have to use it, but I guess it’s up to you if you want to spend more money.”

    (The customer picks up all his things with a huff and walks away to look for more things. He returns almost 20 minutes later with many more things; one of the items alone is $40.)

    Me: “So, I guess you found more stuff?”

    Customer: “Yeah, this is how you get us to spend more money, huh? You give us these coupons that expire to force us to buy more at a time!”

    (Even with his coupons the guy spent around $30, ten times more than he would have spent originally!)

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    Less Is More, More Or Less, Part 3

    Cut Price Cut-Throats

    | MI, USA | Bad Behavior, Liars & Scammers, Money, Pets & Animals, Theme Of The Month

    (It is standard grooming salon policy to make sure the customer is completely satisfied with their dog’s haircut before they leave. If not, we will fix what we can. I am returning a dog to its owner.)

    Me: “Here he is, ma’am! Are you happy with the haircut?”

    Customer: *examining dog* “Hmm… well… he looks okay except for the hair above his eyes is still a little too long.”

    Me: “Oh, I’m sorry about that. Would you like me to trim it a bit more? It’ll only take a minute.”

    Customer: “No!”

    Me: “Okay then, if you’re sure, that will be [price].”

    Customer: “But that’s full price! You can’t charge me full price, because the hair above his eyes is too long!”

    Me: “I’m sorry, ma’am, but I offered to trim it for you. I can still do that; it’ll just take a minute.”

    Customer: “No!”

    Me: “Well then, it’ll be the same price I just told you.”

    Customer: “But that isn’t fair! The hair above his eyes is still too long! I want a discount!”

    Me: “Ma’am, I’ve offered to fix the hair above his eyes for you, but you’ve refused. I cannot give you a discount for something that I am willing and able to fix right here and now.”

    Customer: “Well, did I say too long? I meant it was too short! It’s too short! You can’t fix that now, can you!? I want a discount!”

    (She proceeded to throw a tantrum for the next ten minutes and only paid up and left when I threatened to call the police on her. Needless to say, she and her dog are no longer welcome back.)

    A Good Idea On Paper

    | State College, PA, USA | Awesome Customers, Awesome Workers, Family & Kids, Food & Drink, Money

    (I have the opening shift at a well-known steak chain. It’s a weekday and typically pretty slow to start off. I get my first table: an older man and his grandson. I leave to get their drink orders, and come back to see the boy wearing origami boots on his fingers made out of $1 bills.)

    Me: “That’s some pretty fly kicks you got there. Did you make them yourself?”

    Boy: “My pap just made them for me! We’re learning about origami in art class, and he showed me how to make shoes so I can impress my teacher.”

    Man: “Don’t expect her to just hand out dollar bills so you can show everyone.” *chuckles*

    Boy: “Pap, show me another!”

    Man: “That’s the only one I know.”

    Me: “That’s a pretty neat trick! I need to learn how to do that when I give people their change. Hey, I know how to make a paper frog; want me to show you? It hops and everything. We used to race note card frogs in middle school.”

    (The boy gets wide-eyed and nods his head yes.)

    Man: “A frog you say? Let’s see it!”

    (The man pulls out another dollar from his wallet. I fashion it into a frog. It hops just enough to make the boy get really excited.)

    Boy: “No way! How did you do that?”

    (They are still my only table at this point, so I take the time to sit down, and teach the boy how to do that, who thinks it’s the coolest thing. They finish up their meals, pay their check, and leave the restaurant. I notice they tip me very well on their card. However, when I get back to clean up their table, there are 10 little boots sitting by the man’s plate made from various dollar bills along with a note.)

    Note: “We thought you needed some fly kicks, so here’s one for each finger.”

    (I unravel the bills to discover an additional $36. It was a great start to my shift!)

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