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    Sage Age Advice

    | USA | At The Checkout, Family & Kids, Health & Body

    (I’m head cashier in a craft store, and do all the returns. I have a couple come in with several bags and are rummaging through receipts. I start working through their transactions and find items that aren’t from my company and items without receipts.)

    Me: “I am sorry, ma’am, but I cannot process a return for these items.”

    Wife: “You should give me the money for these items anyway, because I have had a hard life! I have to take care of my mother and my four siblings!”

    Me: “I can understand that, but—”

    Wife: “What do you know about taking care of the elderly?”

    Me: “Since I was 12 I cared for my father with cancer, who died when I was 18. Then my uncle was diagnosed also with cancer. He passed away two days ago. Between that I have another uncle diagnosed and living with me. Previously, my grandmother who had Alzheimer’s also lived with me and passed last summer. I’m also taking care of my mother who has severe arthritis. I have 5 siblings and 20 cousins, but everyone is dropped on me with no care or help.”

    Wife: “I’m so sorry; I guess you do know what it’s like. Does it get better?”

    Me: “No, but bubble wrap helps.”

    Will Have To Bite The Bullet

    | New Orleans, LA, USA | Criminal/Illegal, Liars & Scammers, Theme Of The Month

    (I am working customer service at a big box store. A customer comes up with a box of bullets. Store policy and law states that ammunition cannot be returned for any reason. This is clearly printed on the bottom of the receipt, surrounded by a double box of asterisks.)

    Me: “Hi, how can I help you?”

    Customer: “I need to bring back these bullets; they’re the wrong caliber.”

    (The customer hands me the receipt.)

    Me: “I’m sorry, sir, but all ammunition is non-refundable. It says right here—”

    Customer: “No, I don’t want my money back; I just want to get the right ones.”

    Me: “I understand, but we can’t take ammo back under any circumstances. It’s store policy and the law.”

    Customer: “No, no, no! The guy who sold them to me said if they were the wrong size I could come back and exchange it!”

    Me: “No, he didn’t. There are three signs in sporting goods that clearly say you cannot return ammo. On the ammo case, behind the counter, and taped to the counter itself. It’s also clearly marked here on the bottom of your receipt. There is no way any associate in this store would tell you such a thing because it is against the law.”

    (The customer leans over on the counter, in my face.)

    Customer: “Are you calling me a LIAR?!”

    Me: “Yes, sir, I am.”

    (Clearly not expecting that answer, the customer stumbles his words a bit.)

    Customer: “So… so what? I’m out by $30 and stuck with bullets I can’t use?”

    Me: “Yes, sir, you are.”

    Customer: “F***!”

    (He snatches the receipt from my hand, and his bag of ammo, and storms off.)

    I Only Want One

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    More Deaf Than Blind

    | AZ, USA | Health & Body, Technology

    (One of our eye tests works by patients clicking a remote when they see some shimmery lines, and is set up where the face-plate slides into place to test the individual eyes. The patient has already informed me that he has a glass eye in the right socket. This machine can sometimes be very temperamental when a test is in progress, so I want to explain the test before I mess around too much with it and skip his glass eye. It’s still currently set on the right eye as the default.)

    Me: “On this first test, when you look inside there, you’re going to see a little—”

    Patient: “I can’t see out of that eye.”

    Me: Yes, sir, I know that. I can skip this eye when I get the test started, but I wanted to explain the directions first. Now, you’re going to see a little black spot right in the center and—”

    Patient: “But I can’t see out of that eye.”

    Me: “Yes, I know that, sir. I can skip that eye in just a moment. You’re going to see the black dot in the center and there are some very faint, sort of wiggly lines—”

    Patient: “But I can’t see out of this eye.”

    (The patient continues to put his face into the machine which is still on the right eye.)

    Me: “I know that, sir. You’re going to see a black dot in the center and some faint, wiggly lines and that’s just a preview of what the test looks like. When—”

    Patient: “I can’t see out of this eye!”

    Me: “I can skip that one. When the test starts, and I’ll let you know when that is, I just need you to look—”

    Patient: “I can’t see out of this eye!”

    (I am now ignoring him to get through my directions.)

    Me: “When the test starts, you need to look at the black spot in the center and click on the clicker whenever you see those wiggly lines.”

    Patient: “I can’t see out of this eye, though!”

    Me: “I need you to sit back for me so I can get the machine ready to just test your left eye.”

    (The patient sits back and I slide the face-plate over for the left eye. I put in the settings to get the machine to skip the right eye, and am just about to start on the left.)

    Patient: “So, what am I supposed to do in this thing?”

    Doesn’t Know When To Finnish

    | Canada | Crazy Requests, Language & Words, Rude & Risque

    (I’m teaching myself Finnish by talking to a friend over texts and by reading the newspaper clippings she sends me every now and then. It takes me a long time to read them, because I’m just beginning, so I do it in a library with a notebook to jot down notes. An elderly woman comes up while I am in the middle of getting my clippings, notebook, and pen out.)

    Woman: “Oh! What are you doing there? Learning Arabic or something?”

    (I look down at the very obviously not-Arabic text.)

    Me: “Nope, actually Finnish.”

    Woman: “What?”

    Me: “Finnish? Suomi?”

    Woman: *annoyed* “Are you telling me you don’t want to talk to me?”

    Me: “No, miss, I’m just saying that I’m teaching myself Finnish, the language from Finland.”

    Woman: *finally clicks* “Oh! I’m so sorry! I keep sticking my foot in it!”

    Me: “Not a problem, ma’am.”

    (I go to start working, and then I see the headline and stop.)

    Woman: “What’s the problem? You can’t do it?”

    Me: “No, ma’am, it’s just I’m not sure this story is quite appropriate.”

    (I go to turn the page, but the woman snatches the clipping away and looks at it, bewildered.)

    Woman: “Don’t be ridiculous; how hard could it be?”

    Me: “Finnish isn’t related to English, so it’s unlikely you’d be able to recognize much.”

    Woman: “You’re just faking; [you're] trying to pick up women by looking clever! I f****** hate you f****** a**-holes who think they can fool people! You’re just a f****** b****** who thinks he’s so smart! D*** f****** kids these days!”

    (The woman flings the clipping back down and storms off. I begin translating, saying it as I write just loud enough for her to hear.)

    Me: “HORNY BEARS TORMENTING PEOPLE…”

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