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    Homeless Is Where The Heart Is

    | Atlanta, GA, USA | Awesome Customers, Top, Transportation

    (I am taking the local subway home after work. Most of the subway customers/passengers are dressed as typical office workers except for one man across from me, who is very shabby looking—dirty patch-work clothes, hair dirty and scraggly, beard wild and unkempt—and has a large, filthy shopping bag full of what looks like all of his worldly possessions, including blankets, dirty yellow pillows and an old desk lamp. Everybody on the train is deliberately trying to look away from him, save one well-dressed man. As the train moves through the stations, the well-dressed man switches seats to be closer to the old man and strikes up a conversation.)

    Well-Dressed Young Man: *amiably and loudly* “What a fine day it is today! How are you today, sir?”

    Ragged-Looking Old Man: *just as amiably and loudly* “I’m doing great, just great. Hope you are, too! Got a lot to do, not enough hours in the day to get it done!”

    Young Man: “That’s what I thought. You look like a respectable, busy kind of guy! Like the kind of guy who has some good business going on!”

    Old Man: “Why, yeah I am! I’m a bid’ness man! Got some projects I’m takin’ care of! I’m sorry I ain’t at my best. I left my bud’ness suit at home, you see! But I’m still out here takin’ care of m’projects!”

    Young Man: “Yes, like I said, I’ve got a keen eye for the entrepreneurial types, and you seem the kind of guy who has a lot of good business going on! And I think you’d make a wise investment!”

    (By now, I’m openly watching these two talk like they’re a couple of old business partners. The rest of the train, though still trying not to be obvious, is stealing glances, and everybody’s stopped what they were doing so they can hear.)

    Young Man: *still amiably* “I think I’d like to help fund one of your projects! Would $60 be enough to start?”

    Old Man: *also still amiably* “Why, yeah sir, it would! I thin’ I can put the money to proper use in m’projects! Thank yah for your help!”

    (The young man pulls out and hands $60 in cash to the old man.)

    Young Man: “Pleasure doing business! By the way, it looks like you’ve misplaced your jacket.”

    (It is winter, and the old man only has a shirt on.)

    Old Man: “Yeah, like I said, it’s at home with my business suit.” *laughs* “Like I say, you caught me when I was just going out to look around and do some shopping.” *holds up bag*

    Young Man: *chuckles* “Yeah, I’m going to do some shopping when I get home, myself. Well, I wouldn’t want the man who’s project I’m funding to get sick before he has a chance to make use of my investment! That’s bad business! Here, you can borrow my jacket until you can get home to get yours.”

    (The young man takes off his suit jacket—easily worth $200—and hands it to the old man.)

    Old Man: “Thank ya’ again, sir! And again, I’ll put that money to good use, don’t you worry!”

    Young Man: “I’m sure you will, and I’m looking forward to the results! A pleasure doing business, and have a good day.”

    (The old man gets off at the next stop. The young man’s stop and mine were the same, and as he rushed off to get out of the cold and home, I ran to catch up. As we walked, I told him that I’ve never seen anyone do anything like that before, and that he’s shown me the true path of generosity. I’ve not seen either of them since, but after that day, I’ve made sure that no matter how bad times get for me, I always reserve at least $50 and a few volunteer hours for charity a month, and a little bit of extra cash on hand for those I come across who need it most!)

    Weekly Roundup: Bad Behavior

    | Not Always Right | Bad Behavior, Roundups

    Bad Behavior! This week, we feature five stories about customers behaving badly. Got similar stories of your own? Enter our related January Themed Giveaway: Bad Behavior!

    1. When Toxic Personalities Become Intoxicated (2,889 thumbs up)
      A drunk college student learns not to (right) cross a soldier’s girlfriend!
    2. They Crossed A Line (1,278 thumbs up)
      A Black Friday line cutter gets an attit-queue-de when told to go to the back of the line.
    3. Branding Is All Smoke & Mirrors (1,368 thumbs up)
      We employees can handle things being thrown at us, but nice customers make us tear up every time!
    4. Crying Over Spoiled Milk (1,907 thumbs up)
      This husband ordering coffee can’t ‘espresso’ himself–but his wife knows he’s ‘short’ a few brain cells.
    5. Kids Will Send Any Parent To The Funny Pharm (1,273 thumbs up)
      A pharmacist overhears several screaming good reasons why a customer needs birth control!

    PS #1: check out our new Extras section, with pictures, videos, and news galore!

    PS #2: Read more roundups here!

    Not So Sweet On Sugar Or Honey

    | IL, USA | Bigotry, Language & Words

    (I was born and raised in the country, and my area uses terms such as ‘honey’, ‘sweetie,’ and ‘dear’ to speak to everyone, including strangers. It’s just how I talk. I am taking care of a customer in the coffee shop.)

    Me: “Hey, sugar, how can I help you today?”

    Customer: “I don’t want sugar.”

    Me: *chuckling* “Sorry, honey, I didn’t mean that. How can I help you?”

    Customer: “Excuse me?”

    Me: “Umm… how can I help you?”

    (The customer places her order, but seems very agitated. I turn on my sweetest smile and small talk.)

    Customer: “Look, can I just get my d*** coffee, please?”

    Me: “Sure, coming right up, babe!”

    Customer: “Are you a lesbian?”

    Me: “Um… no?”

    Customer: “Then why were you just hitting on me?”

    Me: “I’m sorry?”

    Customer: “Why did you just call me babe and try to ask me out?”

    Me: *chuckling* “Oh, I’m sorry, that’s just how I talk. I don’t mean anything by it; I was raised in a family that uses terms of endearment in everyday conversation.”

    Customer: “Oh, so you’re a hillbilly?”

    Me: “Um, kind of, yeah… I’m from the country.”

    Customer: “Well, that explains so much!”

    Me: *a little hurt, but still smiling* “I’m sorry if you took offense; I didn’t mean anything by it. Just trying to be friendly.”

    Customer: “I don’t need you to be friendly, I am certainly not your friend, thank you very much. I need you to do your d*** job. Don’t call people ‘sweetie’ or ‘honey’. Only idiots do that, and it’s really f***ing rude.”

    Me: “Oh, I’m sorry, ma’am. I didn’t realize that it was. No one has ever said that to me before.”

    Customer: “Ugh, don’t call me ‘ma’am,’ either. What do I look like, some old lady?”

    Me: “I’m sorry, miss, I didn’t mean anything by it.”

    Customer: “Oh my god, did you go to some idiot academy or something? Do you not see the ring on my finger?” *proceeds to flash her ring*

    Me: “Well, what do you want me to call you?”

    Customer: “My d*** name! Is that so f***ing hard?”

    Me: “How would I know your name? I’ve never met you before, and you never told me.”

    Customer: “Well, you should’ve asked! So rude and dumb! There’s just no respect for people anymore!” *stalks away*

    (She leaves me standing there, dumbfounded and upset. Later, I asked my boss if I’d get in trouble. Thankfully, my boss told me she’d have a few choice names to call that lady the next time she came in!)

    You Spin My Head Right Round

    | Appleton, WI, USA | Extra Stupid

    (I work at a cellphone store in the mall, but am standing outside to greet visitors. A random patron approaches me.)

    Patron: “Excuse me, do you know where [cellphone store] is?”

    Me: “Turn around.”

    (The customer turns around, but in a 360 degree circle.)

    Patron: *frustrated* “How did that help?!”

    Me: “Wow.”

    The Mad Hatter

    | Fort Worth, TX, USA | Bad Behavior, Bizarre

    (A customer sees me unpacking about 100 hats while he’s looking at the 150 or more already on display.)

    Customer: “You got any 7 1/4′s in there?”

    Me: “I don’t know yet. I’m just unpacking them and I won’t know the price until I do some research.”

    Customer: “But do you have any 7 1/4′s?”

    Me: “I don’t know yet.”

    Customer: “Look and see if you have any 7 1/4′s.”

    (Note that I’ve got over 100 hats I’m trying to unpack and stack so they won’t fall over.)

    Me: “I’ll have them all unpacked and sorted in size order in a few minutes. Just bear with me.”

    Customer: “I just want 7 1/4′s.”

    Me: “Okay, I’ll be finished in a few minutes and let you know what I’ve got in that size.”

    Customer: “How many do you have?”

    Me: “I don’t know yet; I don’t have them unpacked.”

    (He wanders around the store for about a minute and comes back.)

    Customer: “Have you found the 7 1/4′s?”

    Me: “Not yet; give me a few minutes.”

    Customer: “I gave you a few minutes and you’re not done yet.”

    Me: “I’m going as fast as I can. I’ll let you know when I’m finished.”

    (I finally get them all sorted and only have about five 7 1/4′s.)

    Me: “I’m finished, and these are the 7 1/4′s.”

    (He tries one on and he doesn’t need a 7 1/4; he needs a 7. I find him a few in his size, and after he tries on one, he walks away.)

    Me: *stopping him* “I have a few more in his size.”

    Customer: *continues to walk away* “Oh, I don’t want to buy one. I just wanted to see what I looked like in a hat!”

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