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    Future Underwater Basketweaving Majors

    | Perth, Australia |

    (I work in a clothing clearance outlet and I’m helping a kid pick out a pair of shoes whilst his mother is on the phone.)

    Customer: “How much are these shoes?”

    Me: “$100, but we’re having a sale with 50% off the price of
    everything in store, so those will end up being $50.”

    Customer: “So they’re free?”

    Me: “No, they’re $50.”

    Customer: “But 50% off $50 equals nothing, so they’re free!”

    Me: “No, the original price is $100. It’s 50% off that price, which ends up being $50.”

    Customer: “Hey mum, these shoes are free!”

    Un-Four-tunate Inch-uendo

    , | Portland, OR, USA | Top

    (I am selling a TV to a middle aged man and his wife.)

    Me: “So it’s between the 32 and the 36 inch TV, right?”

    Husband: “Yes, but I don’t understand the difference between them.”

    Me: “Well, they have the same specs all the way down the line. One is just bigger.”

    Husband: “Who in the h*** would pay almost $350 more for four more inches?”

    Wife: “I would!”

    Rain Drops Keep Falling On My (Thick) Head

    , | Illinois, USA |

    Me: “Thank you for choosing [name], how can I help you?”

    (All I hear is the rain falling, so I repeat several times until the customer finally pulls around.)

    Customer: “Did you get my order?”

    Me: “No, I didn’t hear you say anything, sir.”

    Customer: “Oh, well, I didn’t want rain to get in my car. I wasn’t sure if you could hear me through my window.”

    Fake ID Is Always A Gamble

    | Mexico | Top

    (I’m a member of the security staff at a casino, and three men approach to me, one of them looking a little young.)

    Me: “Can I see some ID?”

    (The youngest one gives me an ID where it says he’s 22. I ask him how old he is just to check.)

    Me: “How old are you?”

    Customer: “17.” *pauses* “Ah, I f***ed up, didn’t I? I’ll just wait in the car.”

    The Wedding Veil Of Secrecy

    | Duluth, MN, USA |

    Me: “Thank you for calling [bridal store], how can I help you?”

    Customer: “Yes, I bought a bridesmaid’s dress from you a few days ago and I need to return it.”

    Me: “Okay. Well, our dresses are non-returnable, but we could do an exchange or I could give you store credit. May I ask why you need to return the dress?”

    Customer: “The wedding was canceled.”

    Me: “Okay, I’ll see what I can do. Can I have the bride’s name, please?”

    (She gives me the bride’s name and I find that the bride hasn’t called to tell us the wedding is canceled.)

    Me: “I’m looking at the information now, but it looks like the bride hasn’t told us the wedding is canceled.”

    Customer: “Yeah…that’s because she doesn’t know yet.”


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