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    Has Their Bobble Head In The Clouds

    | AZ, USA | Bizarre, Transportation

    (I’ve just finished shopping at a big box retailer in my city. I am heading to my car when I see a middle aged woman wandering around the parking lot pushing a huge cartload of items and looking very dazed and confused. Concerned for her, I make eye contact to get her attention.)

    Me: “Ma’am, are you all right?”

    Customer: “Oh, yes, I just can’t find my car. I’ve been looking for 20 minutes now! I always park right over here. It should be here!”

    (The woman, while shouting some of her phrases, still manages to keep her voice monotone and remains looking very dazed and confused the entire time we speak.)

    Me: “Have you tried the alarm?”

    Customer: “Oh, no. It’s a 20 year old car. There’s no alarm. I just always park over here. It should be here.”

    Me: “Well, what does it look like? Maybe I can spot it.”

    Customer: “It’s a white Buick LeSabre. It should be right here. I always park over here.”

    (I glance to the car parked right beside mine. It is a white Buick LeSabre.)

    Me: “Um, ma’am, is this your car?”

    Customer: “No, no. That’s not my car! I would never have so many bobble heads on the dash! My car should be right around here. I always park here.”

    Me: “Okay, what rows have you looked on? Maybe you parked a little further over than normal?”

    Customer: “No, I always park right around here. My car should be here. I don’t understand where it’s gone.”

    (After a few more minutes of me trying to help the woman and her always responding with “No, it should be right around here. I always park here,” I’ve given up. Just as I am about to take my leave, an employee out collecting carts comes over.)

    Me: “Good luck finding your car, ma’am.”

    Customer: “Thank you. I know it should be here. I always park here.”

    (As I leave, I see the employee begin talking with the woman. 30 minutes later, I have to return to the store as I have forgotten something. I park nearby the same spot and notice the woman, her cartload of groceries, the employee, and now a manager are all standing by the Buick LeSabre I was parked next to before.)

    Manager: “Why don’t you just give that one a try, ma’am?”

    Customer: “No, that’s not my car. I don’t have that many bobble heads. It just has to be around here though. I always park here.”

    Manager: “Please, just try it. It’s the only one in the parking lot. Just put your key in and see if it unlocks.”

    Customer: “Fine, but it’s not my car. I don’t have that many bobble heads on the dash.”

    (The customer puts her key in and, sure enough, the door unlocks.)

    Customer: “But I don’t have that many bobble heads on the dash!”

    Manager: “Ah, there, we’ve found your car. Have a nice day!”

    (The manager motioned to the employee and the two of them practically ran away from the woman before she could say anything else to them. I couldn’t help but laugh as I watched the woman put her groceries into the car and mumble about the bobble heads.)

    The New Job Is Very Loki

    | Oneonta, NY, USA | At The Checkout, Family & Kids, Geeks Rule, Theme Of The Month

    (I have been working at the store for a few months. I haven’t had the funds for a haircut, thus my hair is fairly long. I also am sporting a full beard. A couple and their young son come to my register and I ring them up.)

    Me: “That’ll be [total].”

    Child: *who has been staring at me* “Um… excuse me…”

    Me: “Yes?”

    Child: “Are you Thor?”

    Me: *trying not to crack* “Yes, son, I am. I’m actually on an undercover mission from my father, Odin, hunting for Loki. He may be in disguise. Let me know if you see him, all right?”

    Child: “YES, I WILL! WOW! WAIT UNTIL I TELL EVERYONE AT SCHOOL I MET THOR!”

    (It was the highlight of that job. I kept the Thor voice the whole time and his parents gave me the most grateful smiles!)

    The Right Wine Or The White Wine

    | Cincinnati, OH, USA | Bizarre, Extra Stupid, Food & Drink

    (I work in the wine department of a small grocery store. We will sometimes get customers with very little wine knowledge.)

    Customer: *holding up a bottle of Cabernet Sauvignon, a red wine* “Is this a white wine?”

    Me: “That’s a red wine, ma’am.”

    Customer: “So, it’s a white wine?”

    Me: “No, that is a red wine.”

    Customer:” So, it’s a white wine?”

    Me: “No, ma’am, all Cabernet Sauvignon wines are RED wines.”

    (Customer turned and headed to our registers, with the bottle of Cabernet. I hope she did not need a white wine.)

    Double-Layered Satisfaction

    | IL, Chicago, USA | Bizarre

    (I see a customer, who I helped on the floor, leaving the fitting room.)

    Me: “How did the pants work for you?”

    Customer: “They were perfect! They fit me so well that I didn’t even have to take off my other pants to try them on!”

    (She wasn’t joking and actually purchased the pants!)

    A Smashing Deal

    | CA, USA | Criminal/Illegal, Extra Stupid, Geeks Rule, Theme Of The Month

    (A customer walks in and asks to trade her ‘Ultimate Captain America’ collectible for the limited Edition, $700 Hulk collectible.)

    Me: “Hello and welcome to Toy Trades. Is there anything you need help with?”

    Customer: “I brought a collectible Captain America. I want to trade it for the Hulk.”

    Me: “Okay, I’ll go grab the Hulk. ”

    (I go grab the Hulk and pass my co-worker, who says that she must have an expensive collectible.)

    Me: “Here it is.”

    Customer: “Oh, thanks! Here is my Captain America. Um, lemme take that…”

    Me: “Wait! By policy I need to look at your collectible.”

    Customer: “You don’t have to look at it… Consider it like a gift.”

    Me: “I’m sorry, ma’am, but I need to look at your collectible first.”

    (She grabs the Hulk and tries to run but another customer grabs her.)

    Customer: “I JUST WANTED A D*** PRESENT FOR MY MOTHERF****** SON! TAKE THE CAPTAIN AMERICA, YOU IDIOT!”

    (She throws a toy Captain America that has a Fast Food Restaurant label on it. Being the empathetic person I am, I grab a Hulk eraser and hand it to her.)

    Me: “Have a nice day, ma’am!”

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