Not Always Right on Facebook Not Always Right on Twitter Not Always Right Unfiltered on Tumblr
Featured Story:
  • Bigotry Comes In All Shapes And Sizes
    (1,931 thumbs up)
  • April Themed Story Giveaway: Creepy Customers!
    Submit your story today!

    Category: Top

    The Bald And The Beautiful, Part 2

    | CA, USA | Bad Behavior, Bigotry, Health & Body, Top

    (I’ve recently been diagnosed with leukemia and am due to undergo chemotherapy. I decide to have fun with my hair and dye it blue knowing it’ll be gone soon. I’m at my favorite coffee shop.)

    Customer In Line: “Excuse me. Is there a manager on duty?”

    Manager: “I’m the manager on duty. What seems to be the problem?”

    Customer In Line: *points straight at me* “Can you have HIM escorted from the premises?”

    Manager: “I can’t see anything he’s doing wrong, ma’am. May I ask why you want him to leave?”

    Customer In Line: “Are you blind? Look at that punk. His kind should not be allowed in an establishment like this.”

    (Having heard more than I wish to, I decide to step in.)

    Me: “Is something about me bothering you?”

    Customer In Line: “YES! Look at your hair! You little rebel punks need to have some respect.”

    Me: “Oh, I’m sorry, miss. Should I get rid of it?”

    Customer In Line: “It would be a start.”

    Me: “Well, my chemotherapy treatment is on Wednesday, so odds are the next time you’ll see me it’ll be gone.”

    (The customer goes pale and walks away without saying a word. The manager gives me a big hug and a $25 gift card!)

    Related:
    The Bald And The Beautiful

    The Answer To Their Own Question

    | FL, USA | At The Checkout, Awesome Workers, Books & Reading, Food & Drink, Top

    (Today all my customers have been placing the exact same order, so I decide to have fun with the next one who comes in.)

    Me: “Hello. Can I help you?”

    Customer: “Hi! Can I have—”

    Me: “A pound of [Brand] oven roasted turkey? Sliced thin?”

    Customer: “Um, yes…”

    Me: “Yes, ma’am. Coming right up.”

    (I slice the turkey for her and hand it to her.)

    Me: “Would you like anything else today?”

    Customer: “Can I also have—”

    Me: “Yes, ma’am. One pound of [Brand] white American cheese, coming up.”

    (Her eyes go wide but she doesn’t say anything. I look through the cold case but don’t find an open package of the cheese.)

    Me: “Oh, looks like I need to open a new package. One moment, please.”

    (I step out from behind the counter and open up the door on the front of the case to get a new package of cheese.)

    Customer: “Wow! I didn’t know—”

    Me: “That’s okay. Most people don’t know the doors open from the front.”

    (Her eyes get even wider. I try not to snicker as I slice her cheese.)

    Me: “Aaaaand there you go. Will that be all for you, ma’am?”

    Customer: “What number am I—”

    Me: “42.”

    (She snatches the cheese and runs out the front door at full speed.)

    Coworker: “How did you know what number she was thinking?”

    Me: “Douglas Adams, dude. 42 is always the answer.”

    Coworker: “You’re sick, man.”

    Me: “I knew you’d say that.”

    Tipping The Scale

    | AB, Canada | Awesome Customers, Money, Top

    (I am in a horrible mood because I have discovered during the previous night’s shift that someone had stolen my wallet from my purse in our back hallway while I was working. Along with all my ID and bank cards, I lost $140 in tips from the night before. I needed that money to pay bills. However, I try to put my best foot forward during the shift. I serve a young customer and his girlfriend. They are friendly, funny, complimentary about my service, and just make me smile.)

    Me: *as I walk up with their check* “You know, I’m having a really bad weekend, so for putting a smile on my face today, I only charged you for the teen brunch instead of the full priced brunch.”

    Customer #1: “Oh! Well, thank you! Why are you having a bad weekend?”

    Me: “Well… my wallet was stolen while I was working last night.”

    Customer #1: “I’m really sorry to hear that! Can I pay with credit card?”

    (I put his bill price into the portable machine and hand it to him, and he begins to enter in the tip.)

    Customer #2: *eyes widen, whispers* “Really?!”

    Customer #1: *whispers* “She’s having a bad day.”

    Customer #2: “Yeah. Fair enough.”

    (They hand the machine back to me, and I print off the receipt. They tipped me $100 on a $48 tab.)

    Me: “Are you sure?!”

    Customer #1: “I hope you have a better day.”

    (I began to cry, and each of them hugged me before they left. I smiled for the rest of the day. Faith in humanity: restored.)

    Paying The Price Of Stupidity

    | Australia | At The Checkout, Crazy Requests, Money, Themed Giveaway, Top

    Customer: “What is the price of this?”

    Me: *looking at price sticker* “It’s $20.”

    Customer: “I thought things here were discounted?”

    Me: “They are.” *I point to the price tag* “The original price was $100.”

    (The customer points to the sticker with item’s model number printed on it.)

    Customer: “That’s the price there.”

    Me: “No. That’s the model number.”

    Customer: “That’s the price, $3.85.”

    Me: “No. There is no dollar sign in front of the number. It’s not the price, it’s the model number.”

    Customer: “It’s clearly printed and it’s the price. You have to give it to me at that price, just as it’s written.”

    Me: “Okay. You’ve got me. That’ll be $385, please.”

    Customer: “What? Why? You can’t charge me that much!”

    Me: “Well, you wanted the price to be just as it’s written, even though there is no dollar sign and it’s not on our normal price sticker. I need to point out that there is also no decimal point between the 3 and the 8.”

    (The customer paid the $20.)

    French Disconnection

    | Quebec City, QC, Canada | Bigotry, Geography, History, Language & Words, Top

    (I’m a customer in a very small boutique that specializes in selling Quebec-made items. It is a slow day and I am alone with the shop owner who helps me choose a gift. A man storms in and goes straight to the owner with a really angry face. The owner sees him and welcomes him in French.)

    Owner: “Bonjour, Monsieur. Comment puis-je vous aider?” *Hi, sir. How can I help you?*

    Customer: *loud and angrily* “ENGLISH! Do you even speak it?”

    Owner: “Of course, sir! How are you today and how can I help you?”

    Customer: “Finally! Someone who’s speaking English! I don’t know what the h*** is going on but everyone in this f***** town is speaking some kind of weird gibberish!”

    Owner: “Actually, they are speaking French, sir, as do most people in the province of Quebec.”

    Customer: “What the h***?! We are not in f***** France! This is America and people speaks god d*** American! I don’t understand what the fuss is about! Is this some kind of a weird hipster thing? Young people trying to be cool or whatever?!”

    Owner: “I’m sorry, sir. Is there anything I can do to help you today?”

    Customer: “Yeah, I’m looking for a poutine recipe book. Do you have any?”

    Owner: “Of course! Right this way, sir.”

    Customer: “Why do people want to speak French anyway? It is a dead language like Latin or Greek. We are in America and America is for American speakers! We don’t need no foreigners to come here and bring their weird language. And you shouldn’t encourage them by greeting American customers, in America, with any other language than American!”

    Owner: “I’m sorry, sir, but I can no longer pretend that what you are saying is not wrong. Just so you know, people are speaking in French because Quebec was colonized by France more than 400 years ago. Quebec City is actually the oldest city in North America and has always been French. That is why everything from the street names to the billboards are in French! The Canadian dollar you’re holding is in both languages. Even the name poutine is French! Did you do any research before coming here?”

    Customer: *hesitating* “Well, yeah! But the brochure was in English! How was I supposed to know that poutine was a French word. We have that in New York!”

    Owner: “First of all, you can find pretzels in New York and those are German, or gelato which is Italian! It just proves that languages get mixed and influenced with time. That is also why there are cities in the United States that have French names, such as Baton Rouge or Des Moines! Those are all proofs that the French were present in North America hundreds of years ago! H***! Even the term ‘brochure’ is French!”

    Customer: “That is irrelevant! You are all just lazy for not learning American! You live in the past, holding to some old bull-s*** language!”

    Owner: “Well, I AM speaking English! And, by the way, it is ‘English’ and not ‘American’ because that language originated from England and not America. But I am also speaking French. How many languages do you speak?”

    Customer: “I speak English and English only! I don’t need to know any other language!”

    Owner: “Who’s being lazy, then?”


    Page 6/345First...45678...Last