Not Always Right on Facebook Not Always Right on Twitter Not Always Right Unfiltered on Tumblr
Featured Story:
  • God Loves Little Girls Who Stand Up For Others
    (2,599 thumbs up)
  • October Theme Of The Month: Coupon Complications!
    Submit your story today!

    Category: Uncategorized

    Lost & Found Gets Tossed Around

    | NY, USA | Bizarre

    (I am the office manager at a nice apartment building. It is a secure building that requires anyone entering to use a key code. We’re located in a safe town, and have never had a single incident of theft or other criminal activity. A resident approaches my desk.)

    Resident: “Have you seen my sweater? I think I left in down here a couple hours ago!”

    Me: “No one turned one in to me. Have you checked the Lost & Found box around the corner?”

    Resident: “Lost & Found box? You mean you leave lost items just out in the open like that?!”

    Me: “Yes, we put the ‘found’ items in a single location so people are not running all around looking for them.”

    Resident: “That is atrocious! Anyone could walk in off the street and steal from the box!”

    Me: “This building is locked, ma’am. The only people who have access to this area have a key code, like yourself.”

    Resident: “But someone like me could steal them! I could go to that box and steal everything in there if I wanted to!”

    (To illustrate her point, the resident runs around the corner, grabs the Lost & Found box, and drags it over to my desk.)

    Resident: *flings items out of the box* “I’m going to steal this, and this, and all of these! THEY’RE ALL GOING TO BE MINE!”

    Me: “Uh, ma’am? I’m going to have to ask you not to take items that don’t belong to you.”

    Resident: “YOU DON’T KNOW THEY’RE NOT MINE!”

    (Suddenly, she spots the sweater she was looking for to begin with, and totally calms down.)

    Resident: “Oh. My sweater! Oh my God! Thank you so much for helping me find it!”

    (She grabs her sweater and happily skips off, leaving the box and all its items sprawled out over the floor.)

    Me: *dumbfounded* “…you’re welcome?”

    My Eyes Advise That Your Size Defies

    | Fort Worth, TX, USA |

    (I’m working in the fitting room of a popular clothing store. A customer enters with several pairs of shorts.)

    Me: “Found some items you liked? I’ll start a fitting room for you.”

    Customer: “Yeah, I’m not sure if these will work.”

    Me: “I’ll be happy to switch the sizes out for you if these don’t work out.”

    (She enters her fitting room and starts trying on her shorts. After a few minutes, she comes out wearing a pair that are WAY too small for her.)

    Customer: “Oh, no…these won’t work!”

    Me: “You’re right. A different size would work better.”

    Customer: “Oh good! I’m glad you agree. These are a 6…can you get me a 2 and a 4?”

    Me: *mouth hanging open*

    Oh, The Inhumanity

    | Boston, MA, USA |

    Customer: *looks at my name tag* “Hmm…’Karen’. I didn’t realize you guys had names.”

    (I assume the customer means he didn’t realize we have name tags.)

    Me: “Oh, yeah…we always have name tags in case you ever need to ask for us.”

    Customer: “No, I didn’t know all you people who worked here had names. It’s neat!”

    Feeling Man-strual

    | Edmonton, Alberta, Canada |

    (I am working the prescription counter when a big, burly 6-foot or so tall man comes to the counter. Note: I am a female.)

    Me: “Hello, how can I help you?”

    Customer: “Um, I think…” *trails off*

    Me: “I’m sorry, sir…could you say that again?”

    Customer: *leans in close* “I think I got my first period.”

    Me: *speechless*

    Customer: “I’m bleeding down there, and I’m really hurting in my stomach.”

    Me: “Sir, men don’t get those. You need to go to the hospital.”

    Customer: “I knew you girls would be insensitive! I’m leaving!”

    (I didn’t see him again. I still hope he got to a hospital!)

    A Fitting End

    | Canada |

    (Note: Our store sells a lot of larger items that don’t fit in the bags we have. Most cashiers are able to judge what can and cannot fit.)

    Me: “So, that’ll be [price].”

    Customer: “Can I get a bag for [awkwardly shaped purchase]?”

    Me: “We actually don’t have any bags that would be able to fit that.”

    Customer: “Oh, you’re just being lazy! Hand me that bag and I’ll make it fit!”

    (I hand her the bag as requested as she mumbles about “learning respect”. She struggles to try and fit the bag over the giant box whose edges are jutting out. However, after a few minutes of struggle, she finally gives up.)

    Customer: *defeated* “I’ll be paying with debit…”

    Page 9/885First...7891011...Last