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    The Bill Of Wrongs

    | VA, USA | At The Checkout, Bizarre, Hotels & Lodging, Theme Of The Month

    Me: “Hello, may I help you?”

    Customer: “Yes, this receipt.”

    Me: “Was there something wrong with the charges?”

    Customer: “No, they’re fine, I just don’t… like it.”

    Me: “What don’t you like about it?”

    Customer: “Well, for instance, the total should be on the top, not the bottom. And my name should be on the bottom, not the top. See? And the font should be prettier.”

    Me: “So what you’re saying is you don’t like the format of our receipt?”

    Customer: “Exactly!”

    Me: “I’m sorry, but to change the format of our receipt would mean that we have change our computer’s automatic program.”

    Customer: “Well DO it then!”

    Me: “That would take hours.”

    Customer: “Well I don’t HAVE hours! I have a plane to catch!”

    Me: “I’ll get the manager.”

    (I get the manager and he explains exactly what I said to the woman, who gets more and more irritated by the second.)

    Customer: “Fine! I thought you gave good service here; I guess I was wrong! Hmph!”

    (The customer takes her bill and storms off in a huff. Later, we get a survey back taken from her, giving us poor reviews on our service. I have gotten a lot of crazy requests before, but never that!)

    Why The F***?

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    Because She Isn’t Suffering Enough

    | TX, USA | Health & Body

    (After a weekend vacation camping with my husband, I wake up with a bad allergic reaction that swells me up and covers me with hives. It’s so bad that my tongue has even swollen up and my eyes are squinted nearly shut. We’re sitting at the hospital waiting room and waiting to be called when a lady comes in and notices me.)

    Woman: “Oh my god! What happened to you? Did you get hit by bees?”

    My Husband: “We went camping this weekend, so we think something in the woods got on her clothes and gave her a bad allergic reaction.”

    Woman: “And you’re all covered with bumps, too. Oh my god! Is she mute, too?”

    My Husband: “No, she can talk, but her throat is hurting her and her tongue is swollen.”

    (I even open my mouth to show her.)

    Woman: *freaked out* “Oh my god! She looks like a raspberry. Why haven’t you taken her to the doctor before now? She looks horrible!”

    My Husband: “Um…” *looks around the emergency room* “Well, it just happened this morning when she woke up. If it gets too severe, I’m sure the nurses will come out and give her an epi-shot or something.”

    Woman: “I hope they do. I can’t imagine going anywhere outside looking that bloated and blotchy. Don’t worry, honey; I’m sure you don’t look that bad when you look normal!”

    (As she says this, the woman pats my knee cautiously, like I’m going to give her some infection.)

    Woman: “Just… oh my god!”

    It Is Paranoia If There Is No One After You

    | AB, Canada | At The Checkout, Bizarre, Theme Of The Month

    (I work as a cashier in a bed, bath and furniture place. We are required to ask customers for emails and postal codes before they pay. I usually skip the email bit for older customers because they usually won’t have an email, but still ask for postal codes. My next customer is an older man.)

    Me: “Hi, is this everything for you today?”

    (The customer just gives me a blank stare.)

    Me: “That’ll be [price]; can I get your postal code?”

    Customer: “MY POSTAL CODE?! WHY DO YOU NEED MY POSTAL CODE?!”

    Me: “Well—”

    Customer: “I’M SICK OF THE GOVERNMENT SPYING ON ME ALL THE TIME! THE LAST THING I NEED IS STORES AND PEOPLE LIKE YOU SPYING ON ME!”

    Me: “…alrighty then.”

    (I proceed to hit the skip button and finish his transaction.)

    Customer: “I must come off as a paranoid freak, but I assure you I’m not!”

    Tour Guides Are Ready To Answer All Questions And ‘The Question’

    | Derbyshire, England, UK | Family & Kids, Geeks Rule, History, Top

    (I work in a museum located in an Elizabethan manor house, which naturally shows a few signs of wear and tear. Today, I’m in a room with a large crack across the wall. I’m also a huge fan of the television show ‘Doctor Who.’ I carry a toy sonic screwdriver in my bag and have the phone number that is suppose to be the Doctor’s keyed into my phone. A young boy and his parents come into my room and spot the crack.)

    Boy: “Look, Mummy, a crack! It’s The Silence!”

    (The Silence are a race of monsters that created cracks in time and cause you to forget them as soon as you stop looking at them. His parents look pained, so I step in.)

    Me: “Don’t worry kid; this museum is a monster-free zone.”

    Boy: “How do you know? You might have just forgotten them.”

    Me: “Nah, The Doctor came and checked the crack for us; he said it’s fine.”

    Boy: “Really? You’re not just making that up?”

    Me: “Of course not! I’ll prove it.”

    (I pull the sonic screwdriver out of my handbag, and the boy’s eyes go wide.)

    Me: “See? The Doctor gave me this just in case one turns up, but I’ve never had to use it yet.”

    Boy: “Wow!”

    Me: “And if I really get into trouble…”

    (I pull out my phone, bring up my contact list and show him the number listed as ‘The Doctor.’)

    Me: “…he told me just to give him a call and he’d come right over.”

    Boy: “AWESOME!”

    (The boy is delighted for the rest of the visit, and his parents thank me profusely. Apparently he’d been skittish of cracks since the episode went out, and I’d been the first person to reassure him completely. Later, my boss came round with a thank you card they’d got me, addressed to ‘the Doctor’s companion.’ It made my day!)


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