October Theme Of The Month: Halloween!

Category: Rude & Risque

For those who like their humor a bit more PG-13, this section is littered with customers who are not afraid to walk on the more brazen side, or act downright gross-out disgusting. Be warned though that toilet humor sometimes literally takes place in the toilet.

I Swear By My Password

, | TX, USA | Language & Words, Rude & Risque, Technology

(I work for an ISP that also provides e-mail. The phone rings.)

Me: “Thank you for calling [Provider]. How can I help you today?”

Customer: “Hi, I just got a new computer, and I can’t remember the password to log into my e-mail.”

Me: “I can certainly help you out with that. Give me one moment to bring up your account.”

(I verify some information with her and bring up her info, including her e-mail password. Because of what it is though, I’m having trouble figuring out how to give it to her.)

Me: “Okay… So, I have your password up now. So I just want to be clear that what I’m about to tell you is really what I’m seeing on my screen.”

Customer: “All right.”

Me: “Okay, well, the password is ‘f*** you.'”

(I hear some typing in the background.)

Customer: “Great! That was it! Thank you so much!” *click*

All Talk And Literally No Trousers

| Atlanta, GA, USA | Bad Behavior, Rude & Risque

(I am working the cash register while the other cashier is on lunch. I get a heads-up over the head-set.)

Fitting Room Attendant: “I’ve got a customer coming up. They’re wearing a pair jeans that she is intending to purchase, but she refuses to take them off.”

Me: “Okay, thanks for the heads up.”

(This isn’t the first time a customer has wanted to wear the items out if the store but it becomes difficult when there is a security tag on them. The customer walks up and hands me the tag at my register.)

Me: “Hi, how are you doing?”

Customer: “HI, I need to purchase these jeans”

(She hands me the price tag of the jeans she was wearing. I confirm the description of the jeans but notice the security tag on them.)

Me: “I apologize, ma’am, but I will need you to return to the fitting room. tale the jeans off, and change into your other pants, in order for me to take the security tag off of them.”

Customer: “Are you f****** kidding me? I just changed into to these to purchase them. This is f****** ridiculous! I don’t understand why you can’t just take it off without me taking the jeans off.”

(At this point I’m imagining trying to straddle her up under the register, where the security tag remover is, to be able to take it off.)

Me: “I’m sorry ma’am but I am unable to remove the security tag while the jeans are on you.”

Customer: “Where is your f****** manager? This is extremely poor customer service.”

Me: “I am a manager and there is nothing I am able to do to help your situation unless you take off the jeans in the fitting room and bring them back up here. You are able to return to the fitting room and put them back on after the security tag is removed.”

(The customer settles and returns to the fitting room to remove the jeans but surprisingly does not put her original bottoms on.)

Fitting Room Attendant: “Oh, my God! Incoming. I repeat, incoming.”

(Upon seeing the customer angrily return to my register, I was speechless as she was without pants and only in a thong.)

Me: “Ma’am, I understand your frustration but I just feel obligated to let you know that not wearing pants in a retail store is extremely frowned upon and against policy.”

Customer: “Honestly, by now I don’t give a f*** about your stupid policies. Here are the jeans, take the f****** alarm off of them, and let me be! Okay?!”

(I rang up the pants and immediately gave them back to her. After, she put the jeans back on in front of me and stormed out of the store.)

Enough To Furrow Your Brows

| USA | Family & Kids, Health & Body, Rude & Risque

(I’m a transporter pushing patients to surgery. I pick up a 17-year-old boy with his family. They’re all nervous, but the boy deals with his anxiety by being rude to his parents. He starts in on the vertical creases between his dad’s eyebrows.)

Boy: “Ha! That looks like a [crude term for female genitalia]. You’ve got a [kitty cat] on your forehead!”

(He goes on like this for several minutes as his profanity gets worse and worse.)

Mom: *finally* “Stop it! You’re embarrassing me and the transporter!”

Boy: *belligerent* “Why? She’s got one!”

(I’ve finally had enough. I lean down and tell him, loud enough for his parents to hear:)

Me: “You keep using language like that and that’s as close to a real one as you’ll ever get.”

(There was stunned silence from the entire family. Then the parents started cracking up.)

Beaver Believer

| CO, USA | Bizarre, Rude & Risque

(I work in a highway station in the Colorado mountains, and get a lot of tourists. A gentleman comes in wearing a joke souvenir shirt from Beaver, UT that says ‘I <3 Beaver.’ He grabs a Colorado shirt and approaches the register.)

Him: “I have to change. A guy just came up to me in another store and say ‘Hey, me, too’!”

Tastes Like Bad Parenting

| Florence, KY, USA | Bizarre, Family & Kids, Rude & Risque

(A woman and her roughly 14-year-old daughter are standing in front of the family planning section.)

Mother: “Here, taste this one.”

Daughter: “Ew, it tastes like rubber bands!”

Me: *walking over to see what is going on* “Can I help you?”

Mother & Daughter: *simultaneously* “No, nothing is going on!”

Me: *perplexed as to what I’m seeing* “Why are all these packages of condoms open?!”

Mother: “We just wanted to taste them before we bought them!”

Me: “Uhm, no. You can’t just open them!”

Mother: “Well, geez! You don’t have to get mad about it! I want to speak to a manager!”

Me: “Ma’am, my manager will tell you the same thing. Please stop tasting the condoms with your daughter. You should pay for all of these!”

Mother & Daughter: *giggles and runs out of the department leaving behind all the open condoms*

(For what it’s worth, we sold flavored condoms, but they didn’t taste any of those!)

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