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    Like Comic Book Guy, Except Much Prettier

    , | Missouri, USA | Top

    (Background: I’m the only female employee at the comic/card shop, and I was hired for my comic knowledge.)

    Customer, to my male co-worker: “Did Booster Gold have a series before the new series?”

    (Male coworker looks to me because he’s the card guy.)

    Me: “Yeah. Early nineties. We’ve got a couple of back issues in the dollar box.”

    Customer, to my male coworker: “So you guys have it?”

    Coworker: “If she says we have it, we have it.”

    Customer, finally looking at me: “Oh, you know about comics?”

    Me: “That’s why they hired me.”

    Customer: “But you’re a girl!”

    Denial By Way Of Refund

    | West Palm Beach, FL, USA | Top

    Me: “Hi, how are you? How may I help you?”

    Lady: “Yes, I’d like return this pregnancy test.”

    Me: “Okay, what’s wrong with it?”

    Lady: “It came out positive.”

    Me: *confused* “Okay?”

    Lady: “I can’t be pregnant, so this test MUST be defective. I want to return it.”

    (For anyone who doesn’t know, it is very rare for a pregnancy test to mistake a positive pregnancy. A negative, yes, positive, no.)

    Me: “Ma’am, I’m sorry, but you can’t return a pregnancy test you’ve already used.

    Lady: What do you mean I can’t return it?!? It’s wrong! I want to see your manager!”

    (So I go to the back to see my manager who is a woman, and explain about the lady. We return to the front.)

    Manager: “Hello, what may I help you with?”

    Lady: “YES! I want to return this pregnancy test! It came out positive and I just can’t be pregnant! It’s wrong and I want my money back!”

    Manager: “Ma’am, I’m sorry. We can’t refund you on the test because it came out positive.”

    Lady: “NO! I insist I get my money back!”

    Manager, getting frustrated: “Ma’am! I’m sorry but we cannot and will not refund you your money just because it came out positive. Congratulations on your new baby!”

    Scamming In Plain Sight

    | Edmonton, AB, Canada | Top

    (A customer ‘drops’ a brick, giving it a little chip. He then proceeds to join the line.)

    Cashier: “Hello, sir, how can I help?”

    Customer: “There’s a chip in this brick. I’d like to get a discount please.”

    Cashier: “I’m sorry, sir, only cracks or serious fractures would warrant a discount on bricks. A chip won’t damage the function or stability of the brick.”

    (The customer proceeds to lift up the brick and forcefully drops it on the ground.)

    Customer: “Now it’s broken! Can I get a discount now?”

    Cashier: “No, but you can sure as h*** pay for that.”

    Just Another Day In Stonerville

    | Chicago, IL, USA | Top

    I work at a gourmet sandwich company. We can make sandwiches for delivery, pickup, or sit-down. We often get calls from a lot of stoners that want their sandwiches delivered. Probably for “munchies.” It’s about 4pm on Saturday when I get this call.

    Me: “Welcome to Jimmy John’s, this is Molly. How can I help you?”

    Stoner 1: “Hey…yeah…”

    Me: “How can I help you today, sir?”

    Stoner 1: “What?”

    Me: “Would you like to order something?”

    Stoner 1: “Yes…”

    (After about two minutes of silence…)

    Me: “Hello? Are you still there, sir?”

    Stoner 1: “Yeah, I’m waiting for you to like, ask me what I want.”

    Me: “…Okay, what would you like?”

    Stoner 1: *tells me his order*

    Me: “Would you like anything else with that?”

    Stoner 1: “Yeah… get me a cookie.”

    (At this point, I hear a plethora of other stoners in the background.)

    Stoner 2: “Cookies!? Where?”

    Stoner 1: *laughing* “Dude, I’m on the phone with the cookie company!”

    (Now I can hear Stoner 2 grab the phone and he begins talking to me.)

    Stoner 2: “Hey, cookie company? Make that two cookies!”

    Stoner 3: “Four cookies! I want two!”

    Stoner 2: “SIX COOKIES!”

    Me *trying not to laugh* “Okay, sir, will that be all?”

    Stoner 2: “Yeahhhhhh.”

    Me: “Will that be for pickup or delivery?”

    Stoner 2: “Delivery…” *gives address*

    Stoner 1: “DUDE, WHAT IF SHE’S A NARC?”

    Stoner 2: “Sh*t! You know that address I just gave you? I lied about it!”

    (Now I decide to have a little fun with them, considering they wasted my time.)

    Me: “Okay, but as a little treat, I’m going to have it delivered anyway. My car will be the one with red and blue flashing lights that reads P-O-L-I-C-E on the side.”

    Stoner 2: “A car with lights? That’s awesome!”

    Stoner 1: “Dude, she means the police!”

    Stoner 2: “SH*T!” *click*

    (We ended up delivering to them anyway, because TECHNICALLY they never canceled their order. Our delivery guy came back with the full order, telling us that someone answered the door to tell him no one was home.)

    The Estrogen Empire Strikes Back

    , | Calgary, Alberta, Canada | Bigotry, Top

    (A customer had a complaint about his food. He refused to let the girl working the register help him.)

    Man: “I want to talk to a manager.”

    Female employee: “Yes, sir.”

    (The employee gets a Shift Manager to help her.)

    Shift Manager: “Can I help you, sir?”

    Man: “No, I want a manager!”

    Shift Manager: “I am a Shift Manager, sir.”

    Man: “I want to see the Store Manager!”

    Shift Manager: “Uhm, okay sir, I’ll be right back.”

    (I was in the office working on the crew schedules for the next week. Sara comes in and asks me to deal with the customer. She didn’t need to explain. I’d heard it all… he was very loud. I went to help deal with the situation.)

    Me: “Can I help you, sir?”

    Man: “I want to see a f**king God-da** Manager! Where’s the @#$%ing Store Manager?”

    Me: “I am the store Manager, Sir.”

    Man: “I want to speak to a male manager!”

    Me: “Sir, all of my Shift Managers are female. As, clearly, am I.”

    (Actually, every person working that day was female.)

    Man: “I demand to speak to your @#%^ @#$%$ #@$% boss!”

    Me: “I can get you a number so you can call my District Manager, sir. Will that be okay?”

    Man: “Finally! DO IT NOW!”

    Me: “Yes, sir. Just a second.”

    (I go into my office and grab one of the District Manager’s cards.)

    Me: “Here you are, sir. If you give HER a call, I’m sure SHE will be happy to help you.”

    (I thought he was going to have a heart attack after that. Purple was definitely not his color.)


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