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    Talk About Creepy

    | Raleigh, NC, USA | Top

    (It’s 3:30 am, and a hotel guest wanders into the back office that is clearly marked for staff only…)

    Guest: “My phone isn’t working. I need to call someone… it’s really important.”

    Me: “I’m sorry, sir. You can’t be back here. Please go back into the lobby and I will reset your phone line.”

    Guest: *points at a chair* “Can’t I sit here?”

    Me: “No. Go back out into the lobby, right now.”

    Guest: *sits down* “I came here with a girl and she left me. Now I need to call for another girl.”

    Me: “I’m sorry, really, but you can’t sit here. You can’t be back here. Please, go back into the lobby.”

    Guest: *gets up* “Sorry. I’m upset.”

    Me: “Give me a minute and I’ll reset your phone line and then call your room to see if it goes through.”

    (I reset his phone and call his room. He leaves, only to come back 5 minutes later.)

    Guest: “It still isn’t working. I’m really unhappy. Do you know where I can get a prostitute?”

    Me: “I’m sure if you walk outside on the street and go to the corner you can find one, but you can’t bring her back here.”

    Guest: “That isn’t safe.”

    Me: “I’m sorry… I can’t help you, sir.”

    Guest: “Are you a prostitute?”

    Me: “No!”

    Guest: “I’ll pay you $160.”

    Me: “Sir, I’m not a prostitute, and I’m going to call security.”

    Guest: “No, you won’t. You’re a prostitute. How about $280? How much do men normally pay?”

    Me: “Do I look like a prostitute? I’m a receptionist. I do paperwork and check people in. I don’t sleep with them.”

    Guest: “All of the girls that I know who are receptionists at night are prostitutes.”

    Me: “Well, I’m not. Can you please go back to your room?!”

    Guest: “I’m from Miami.”

    Me: “Good. Can you please go back to your room?”

    Guest: “Fine. Tomorrow I’m going to complain about the service here!”

    Me: “… because I won’t sleep with you for money?”

    Guest: “Will you just come sleep with me? I just need thirty minutes.”

    Me: “No.”

    Guest: “I’m talking to the manager tomorrow.”

    Me: “That’s fine, sir. Good luck…”

    (He finally leaves, and I make a note of this encounter. I discover the next day that he was refunded $20 due to my poor service. I have no idea what he told the receptionist when he checked out, but she clearly didn’t read my note!)

    Never Piss Off A Man With A Meat Cleaver

    | Edmonton, AB, Canada | Top

    (It was 5:45 pm on Christmas Eve, and the grocery store I worked at closed at 6 pm.)

    Customer: ¬†”Why don’t you have any big frozen turkeys? ¬†I need a 20 pound frozen turkey!”

    Me: ¬†”Sir, we only have what’s left in the counter.”

    Customer: ¬†”Go look in the back! ¬†I know you have some hiding back there.”

    Me: ¬†”Um, sir, I put all the turkeys out already. ¬†What’s out is all we have.”

    Customer: ¬†”LISTEN! ¬†I NEED A G**D*** 20 POUND TURKEY!¬†GET IN THE BACK AND FIND ME ONE!”

    Me: ¬†”There are no more turkeys in the back…”

    Customer: ¬†”I’ll just go look myself!”

    (The customer proceeds to march through the “Staff Only” doors and is met by one of the butchers who stands 6′ 5″.)

    Customer: ¬†”GET ME A G**D*** TURKEY!”

    Big Butcher: ¬†”GET THE H*** OUT OF MY STORE!”

    The Joys Of Motherhood

    | Virginia, USA | Family & Kids, Top

    (A mom and little girl are waiting in line. I watch from a different line.)

    Little Girl: “Can I have this candy?”

    Mom: “No, put it back.”

    Little Girl: “But that’s not fair! That’s not fair!”

    Mom: “Cut that out!”

    Little Girl: *takes a deep breath and calms down, then turns to her mom* “I’m killing you. I’m going to kill you.”

    Mom: “…”

    While We’re At It, Here’s A Check For A Gazillion Bucks

    , | Indiana, USA | Top

    (My pizza place recently stopped accepting checks, due to a large number of returned checks.  We have a large sign in the lobby, and a smaller sign at the register.)

    Customer: “What?! ¬†I can’t write a check?”

    Me: “I’m sorry, we no longer accept checks. ¬†We simply get too many returned for insufficient funds.”

    Customer: ¬†”But I was going to write a check…”

    Me: ¬†”We accept credit cards, or you can use your debit card for that checking account.”

    Customer: ¬†”I can’t use my debit card! I don’t have enough money in my account!”

    (And THAT is why we no longer take checks!)

    How About Your Husband Buy You A Brain

    | Bay Area, California | Top

    Woman: “Your f***ing machine won’t accept my memory card from my camera!”

    Me: “That’s very strange ma’am, as our machines accept all of the memory cards that I’ve ever heard of.”

    Woman: “Well, your machines are obviously old! My husband bought me an EXPENSIVE camera, because I only like the best! You people need to get better machines! My memory card won’t even FIT in any of the slots!”

    Me: “May I see your memory card? Maybe I can figure out what’s wrong.”

    (Woman hands me her memory card huffily.)

    Me: “Um… ma’am, I don’t know how to tell you this, but this is your camera battery.”

    Woman: “…”

    (She snatches her battery out of my hands and storms out of the store.)

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