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    Customer Service, God Speaking

    | El Paso, TX, USA |

    (I’m working at the library; it’s cloudy and raining outside.)

    Patron: “Can you do something about all that noise?”

    Me: “Is the AC too loud? Maintenance isn’t here today, but I can give you some ear plugs.”

    Patron: “NOT THAT! ¬†The construction! ¬†Tell them I’m trying to work!”

    Me: “I’m sorry, sir, but there’s no construction.”

    Patron: “That rumbling!”

    Me: “You mean the thunder?”

    Patron: “Whatever. Tell them to stop.”

    Me: “I’m sorry, but I really have no control over nature.”

    Patron: “Ugh, you people! You can’t do ANYTHING!”

    (Sadly, this man is a doctor.)

    Confessions Of A Teenage Bagger

    | Frankfort, KY, USA |

    (I’m a 17 year old bag boy at a local grocer. I’m finishing up an order when the customer, a middle-aged woman, walks uncomfortably close to me and stares at my curly hair.)

    Me: “How are you doing this evening, ma’am?”

    Customer: “I love your hair.”

    Me: “Uh… thanks. I kind of hate it, to be honest.”

    Customer: “I just want to go barefooted and romp around in it like I was in a meadow.”

    Me: “… have a good day, ma’am.”

    Customer: “Bye!”

    (She winks. I shudder.)

    He Shoots, He Misses

    | New Paltz, New York, USA |

    (I used to work at a drug store. ¬†From time to time, the pharmacy portion of the store wouldn’t open because there wasn’t a pharmacist to do so. A customer reads the closed sign…)

    Customer: “What’s the meaning of this?!”

    Me: “I’m sorry, sir. The pharmacy is closed today because we don’t have a pharmacist.”

    Customer: “People are SICK! They need their MEDICATION!”

    Me: “I wish there was something I could do, sir, but–”

    Customer: “You know what this is? Do you?! Two words! TWO WORDS! UN-ACCEPTABLE!”

    Always Right, Unless There’s Not Enough Light

    | Harare, Zimbabwe |

    (Note: this story takes place at a bank in Zimbabwe.)

    Teller: “Good morning sir, how may I help you?”

    Me: “Good morning, please may I withdraw 100 billion?”

    (This is about 1 US dollar.)

    Teller: “I’m very sorry sir, but we do not have enough sun.”

    Me: “What!?”

    Teller: “We cannot give you money because we do not have enough sun.”

    Me: “Why do you need sun to give me money?”

    Teller: “Oh, we are having a power cut, and the solar panel isn’t receiving enough sun to run the computers.”

    Me: *laughs* “Thank you very much for the best excuse, ever.”

    Teller: “You’re welcome sir, have a good day.”

    Fighting Fire With Fire

    | Belgium | Awesome Customers, Family & Kids, Food & Drink, Top, Wild & Unruly

    (A father is letting five kids make a complete mess of the restaurant. They’re ripping napkins and using it as confetti, breaking chopsticks and screaming their little heads off.)

    Me: “Sir, I’m going to have to ask you to tell them to stop doing that. They are disturbing the other customers.”

    Father: *beaming* “No.”

    Me: “No, as in, no you won’t tell them to stop it?”

    Father: *still beaming*“Yes.”

    (I have to get back to work at this point and sure enough, the kids keep misbehaving. Several customers complain to me but I have no authority to throw them out. The last to complain is a table with about eight young guys.)

    Customer 1: “So there’s nothing you can do about them?”

    Me: “I’m so very sorry sir, but no. I can get you a drink from the house to make up for it.”

    Customer 2: “No, that won’t do.”

    Me: “Well, I can see if I can get you a free desert…”

    Customer 2: “Not what I meant. Can’t you get your boss?”

    Me: “I’m afraid he’s not in, sir.”

    Customer 1: “Well we won’t accept any free stuff. I bet that would come out of your pay.”

    Customer 3: “Hold on…”

    (The customer gets up and the others immediately follow him to the noisy, messy table. They’re now surrounded by eight tall young men who look mighty pissed.)

    Customer 3, to the father: “Tell them to stop it.”

    Father: *still beaming* “No.”

    Customer 1: “You’re upsetting the waitress.”

    Father: “Do you guys even work here?”

    Customer 1: “No, we’re from that prison up the street. We’re out on parole. Funny coincidence, we all served seven years for kidnapping and murdering a bunch of noisy brats and a jerk who made minimum-wage waitresses cry.”

    (At this point the kids become very, very quiet and the other patrons start giggling and staring.)

    Father: “You’re lying.”

    Customer 4: “Wanna take that chance, buddy?”

    (One more lecherous grin was enough to send the whole bunch of misfits scurrying to the exit. My knights in shining armor actually got applause from the other diners and a free meal from me.)


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