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    Is That A Tumor In Your Pocket…

    | Canada |

    (A customer is looking in our pet store’s front window at our display of hamsters, rats and mice.)

    Customer: “I want to make a complaint.”

    Me: “Sure, would you like me to get the store manager?”

    Customer: “Yes, right this minute.”

    (I get the manager.)

    Manager: “Yes, ma’am, what seems to be the problem?”

    Customer: “I can’t believe you would actually have sick rats on display in the front window! I am going to call the humane society and have this store shut down!¬†I am sickened that would actually have poor rats that have CANCER in the storefront window!”

    Manager: “… cancer?”

    Customer: ¬†” YES! Just look at the size of those TUMORS on the poor backsides of all those rats in that cage!”

    Manager: “Um, ma’am… those are their testicles. They are full grown male rats.”

    Customer: ¬†*blushes* “… oh. Sorry.”

    While You’re At It, Do My Taxes Too

    | Reno, NV, USA |

    (It’s May 5th, and I’m remotely connected to a customer’s computer helping her with a billing issue.)

    Customer: “What race are you?”

    Me: “Excuse me?”

    Customer: “Well, I’m only asking because it’s Cinco De Mayo, and I’m Mexican. Well, I have Mexican blood.”

    Me: “Oh.”

    Customer: ¬†”I need to go drink margaritas now. Could you just stay in my computer and do my billing for me? I’ll come back in the morning and print the bills out.”

    Me: “…”

    PB&Js In My PJs

    | California, USA |

    Me: “Hello?”

    Male caller: “Hi, I’d like a #9 and–”

    Me: “Uh, excuse me?”

    Male caller: “That was a #9.”

    Me: “This isn’t a sandwich store.”

    Male caller: “No? Where am I calling?”

    Me: “My… house?”

    Male caller: “Oh. Can you make me a sandwich anyway?”

    Drunk Dialin’

    | London, ON, Canada |

    Me: “Thank you for calling [phone company], how may I help you?”

    Customer: *slurring* “Yeeeaah, you f***ers owe me a 40 of Jack Daniels!”

    Me: “Pardon me?”

    Customer: “I SAID YOU OWE ME A 40 OF JACK!”

    Me: “Why is that, sir?”

    Customer: “Well, youse is the phone company, right? Youse guys make the phones ring, right?”

    Me: “Umm…”

    Customer: “My phone f***ing rang and I knocked my bottle over tryin’ to get it.”

    Me: “Oh, right.” *laughs*

    Customer: “YOU THINK I’M JOKIN’?! Get me a manager!”

    Me: “Sir, we’re not responsible for you knocking over your liquor.”

    Customer: “Yes you f***in’ are! I want a credit on my bill!”

    Me: *click*

    Customer Of The Week: So There!

    | Australia | Old Comics

    Customer Of The Week: Just Look At Bambie...
    Created by our friends at Quitting Time

    All Signs Point To Duh


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