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    It’s A Telephone, Not a Teleporter

    | United Kingdom |

    (Customer calls in asking about her balance and bank charges. Just to emphasise this conversation take place over a telephone.)

    Me: “Your balance is *** amount into an unplanned overdraft but you have until 3pm tomorrow to credit your account and you’ll avoid any charges.”

    Her: “Hmmm, well I got some money but I won’t be able to get into my branch tomorrow. Can’t I just pay it in over the phone?”

    Me: “From another account?”

    Her: “No from the same account.”

    Me: “I’m not sure I understand, the account is overdrawn. You needs funds from another source.”

    Her: “I know, I have some from my account.”

    Me: “You mean cash?”

    Her: “Yeah could I do that?”

    Me: “No, you would have to go into your branch to pay that in.”

    Her: “I just said I can’t make it to my branch! Why can’t you just pay this in? You’re a bank aren’t you?!”

    Me: “Excuse me, but just how would you expect me to pay this money in?”

    (Silence, during which I would like to imagine she is looking at the money and the phone, trying to jam it in there or something.)

    Her: “But it’s from my account! Can’t you just take it off the overdraft!”

    Me: “I understand what you’re saying, but unless we invent a teleporter to transfer your money directly into your account it will be impossible for me to take a cash payment.”

    Her: “But I’ll be charged! If I get charges I want them refunded this is ridiculous! I can’t understand why you can’t just put my account in credit!”

    Me: *dying a little on the inside* “Me neither, me neither…”

    Playing Along, Part 2

    | Idaho, USA | Top

    (I get a call for troubleshooting from a lady who says her remote doesn’t work.)

    Me: “Ok ma’am, could you try changing the channel for me? Tell me if a light flashes on the remote.”

    Lady: “Ok.”

    (There are a few loud beeps from her phone in my ear and she comes back on the line.)

    Lady: “Nope, no flashing.”

    Me: “Ma’am you’re trying to change the channel with your phone, not the remote control.”

    Lady: “I can’t find the clicker, and I know my neighbor changes channels with her phone.”

    Me: “Ma’am, that’s just not possible.”

    Lady: “Don’t accuse me of lying! I saw her do it with my own eyes.”

    Me: “…”

    (I try for 10 minutes to explain to her why she can’t use her phone, and even make a futile attempt to troubleshoot her phone.)

    Me: “Ok, well it looks like your satellite receiver isn’t compatible with your phone.”

    Lady: “Yes it is. My neighbor and I have the same phone and same receiver. NOW HELP ME, DUMBA**!”

    Me: “Ma’am, do you have a cordless phone?”

    Lady: “Yes!”

    Me: “Ok ma’am, let’s try reprogramming your phone. What I need you to do is press and hold the ‘off’ button for five seconds. This will clear the old code, so we can put the new one in.”

    Lady: “Ok—” *click*

    (I hear my supervisor a few rows away from me bust out laughing.)

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    Self Checkout Lanes: Asking For Trouble

    | Harrisburg, PA, USA |

    (At the self checkout, a customer is waving a lime over the scanner.)

    Customer: “Why isn’t my lime scanning?”

    Me: “Produce items don’t have bar codes on them, ma’am.”

    Customer: “So?”

    Me: *facepalm*

    (Little Red Riding) In The ‘Hood

    | Roanoke, VA, USA |

    Me: “Hello ma’am, what can I do for you?”

    Woman: “Well, I’m looking for a book to get my daughter reading, but I’m not sure where to look.”

    Me: “Okay, what does your daughter like?”

    Woman: “She really likes ghosts…and gangs.”

    Me: “?”

    Woman: “Oh, she’s a gang member.”

    Me: “Um…”

    (A tiny, little white girl in a wife beater hops up to the desk.)

    Girl: “Yo, mama, you find me a d*mn book yet?”

    Me: “…true crime?”

    (So, I help them find a book about gang wars, because I guess that fits both stipulations and take them to the register. My manager is working the register and tells me that he used to be really good friends with the mother. After I tell him that she said her little girl was a gang member he tells me that “they both were always a little stupid.”)

    All Are Retail Slaves

    | North Bay, ON, Canada | Top

    (Note: I wasn’t actually an employee, I was just a regular customer walking around this store. A middle aged woman walks up to me.)

    Lady: “Excuse me, do you have any golf clubs?”

    Me: “Sorry, I don’t work here.”

    Lady: “But you look like you do…”

    Me: “Sorry, no…all the employees here have red vests and tags that say ***** ******* on them.”

    Lady: “But can you tell me where the golf clubs are?”

    Me: “No, I don’t even live in this town [which was true]. I am just looking around.”

    Lady: “Well, you’re no help. I might as well look in the other store.” *walks away in a huffy mood*

    Me, loudly: “MAYBE IF YOU PAID ME, I’D HELP!”

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