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    Introducing The Dumbbook Pro

    | Connecticut, USA | Technology

    (Note: A new operating system has just come out for our computers.)

    Customer: “Hi, I wanted to get the new OS but I’m having some trouble. It gives me an error when try to download it from the App Store.”

    Me: “Okay, what kind of error is it giving? Are you running version 10.6?”

    Customer: “Yeah, it just won’t let me get it. I don’t know why.”

    Me: “How old is the computer?”

    Customer: “A couple years.”

    Me: “That’s strange. You should be able to get it. You might want to bring the computer in to have us take a look. What kind of computer is it?”

    Customer: “A Dell.”

    Me: “Excuse me?”

    Customer: “It’s a Dell. I got it a couple if years ago. It’s running Windows XP.”

    Me: “Ah. Well, unfortunately, the new OS is Mac OS X. You would need a Mac to be able to run it.”

    Customer: “Oh. Well, that’s really inconvenient!”

    Shooting The Message-less Messenger

    | Montreal, Canada |

    Me: “Hi, you’ve reached Jen at [company].”

    Customer: “Hello?”

    Me: “Hi.”

    Customer: “Who is this?”

    Me: “Jen.”

    Customer: “Jen?”

    Me: “Yes?”

    Customer: “F*** you.” *hangs up*

    Does Your Sandwich Measure Up

    | Canada | Food & Drink, Rude & Risque

    (I am a 19 year old female worker in a sub shop. A 20-something customer comes in with his girlfriend.)

    Customer: “So, you work at [sandwich shop]?”

    Me: “Yea? Why?”

    Customer: “So, you know how to handle a foot long eh?”

    Me: “Yes, yes I do.”

    Customer: “Oh, good, so you can handle me, eh?”

    Me: *playing along* “I doubt you’re a footlong but, yeah, I guess.”

    Customer’s girlfriend, to customer: “See! Even she knows you have a huge ego.”

    (His girlfriend goes on to order a 6 inch sub. I make it and hand it to her.)

    Customer’s girlfriend, to customer: “Well, this is more like it, eh, babe?”

    Unlimited Cluelessness Plan

    | NY, USA | Technology, Top

    (A woman comes storming through the doors. She blasts by other customers who are waiting in line and slams her phone onto the counter.)

    Me: “Is there something I can–”

    Customer: “This phone you sold me is a piece of s***!”

    Me: “I’m sorry to hear that. What exactly is wrong with it?”

    Customer: “It doesn’t work! I can’t get any calls on it!”

    Me: “Let me take a look.”

    (I pick up the phone and begin to examine it as the woman continues to rant and rave.)

    Customer: “I paid a ridiculous amount of money for this thing! I can’t believe you would charge me so much for something that doesn’t even work! What is the world coming to? Have you no shame? Do you do this to all your customers?”

    Me: “I think I see the problem, ma’am.”

    Customer: “Yes? And?”

    Me: “This is a TV remote.”

    (All the other customers are watching, dead silent.)

    Customer: *mutters* “I…I think I must have…grabbed the wrong…”

    (She snatches her remote and flees the store. As soon as she disappears, the entire store bursts into laughter.)

    Stripped Of Your Cash

    | Tampa, FL, USA | Money, Rude & Risque

    (The cardholder sounds very very drunk.)

    Caller: “Why did you let the card take out $5,000?”

    Me: “It shows that you did an ATM withdrawal for $5,000 in Las Vegas, NV. Was this you?”

    Caller: “No! It was the stripper she took it. She took it! Why did you let her take it?”

    Me: “Your card was stolen by a stripper?”

    Caller: “No, no, no! Why aren’t you listening to me?”

    Me: “Sir, I don’t understand. What happened?”

    Caller: “I wanted a lap dance. So, I gave the stripper my card and PIN number to get money.”

    Me: “You gave her your card and PIN and told her to get $5000?”

    Caller: “No! Why aren’t you listening to me? I told the stripper to get $300 for my lap dance.”

    Me: “So, she took too much money?”

    Caller: “Why did you let her? When is she coming back? I want my lap dance.”

    (This goes on for a little while with the caller slurring his speech and stuttering.)

    Caller: “Why won’t you help me?”

    Me: “What would you like me to do?”

    Caller: “Fine! Don’t help me. I’ll go back to the tables and win back my fortune!”


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