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    Harry Potter And The Deathly Embarrassments

    | Cincinnati, OH, USA | Family & Kids, Movies & TV, Top

    (I am the assistant manager at a movie theater. There is a showing of the latest Harry Potter movie that is completely sold out. A pair of teenage girls approaches me to ask for some help. A woman is refusing to let them sit down in the theater, and the movie is starting in about 5 minutes. I go with them and find that their seats are the last two in the theater. The woman in question has three kids, all who look to be younger than 12.)

    Me: “Excuse me, miss, but could you let these two girls sit down? The movie will be starting soon and–”

    Woman: “No. My kids can’t sit by strangers. They might get kidnapped or raped.”

    Me: “I understand that you care about your children very much, but these two girls need to sit here.”

    Woman: *raising voice* “I just told you, my kids can’t sit by strangers! What don’t you get about that?”

    Me: “Ma’am–”

    Woman: “I mean, look at them! That one’s wearing a rapist symbol on her shirt!”

    (She points to one of the girls, who is wearing a shirt with her astrological sign on it.)

    Me: “Ma’am, if you’re going to make a scene, I’ll have to ask you to leave.”

    (The woman continues to raise her voice at me and insist that these girls cannot sit down here. The movie is already going to be delayed at this point, and the two girls are looking visibly upset. I go ahead and call for security. At this point, the woman realizes that she’s been beaten, so she makes one last stand.)

    Woman: *standing up, at the top of her lungs* “Help! These girls are touching my kids!”

    (Security comes and holds her in their office for the rest of the movie. Her kids got to stay for the movie. Afterwards, I run into her again.)

    Woman: “I’m going to call the police on you! You let those girls touch my kids!”

    Child: *in tears* “Mom, you’re so embarrassing!”

    Plan A And Plan B

    | Yorktown, VA, USA | At The Checkout

    (I’m a cashier working the night shift. It’s about 9:30 pm when a couple comes to my register.)

    Me: “Hey, how are you guys tonight?”

    Woman: “We’re just fine, thanks.”

    (I start ringing up their things.)

    Man: “We’re also gonna need–”

    Man and woman: *glance at each other* “A pregnancy test.”

    Man: “Also, the two pack deal on [cigarettes].”

    (Thinking I’ve misheard the last part, I go get the test, ring it through, and finish ringing up their groceries.)

    Woman: “Oh, you forgot the [cigarettes].”

    Me: “Right. The cigarettes. Well, here you go.”

    Don’t Take Declined For An Answer

    | Pittsburgh, PA, USA | At The Checkout, Money

    (I work at a large retail store. The store has its own credit card that customers can apply for.)

    Customer: “Excuse me, I applied for a credit card yesterday, but I don’t have it yet. Can I still use it?”

    Me: “Sure, as long as you have the temporary credit slip that you were given when you applied. Do you have that?”

    Customer: “No.”

    Me: “Oh. Did you leave it at home?”

    Customer: “No. I don’t have one.”

    Me: “Didn’t you get one when you applied?”

    Customer: “No.”

    Me: “Well, were you approved for the credit card?”

    Customer: “No.”

    Me: *speechless*

    Customer: “So, I can’t use it?”

    Me: “No, ma’am, you can’t use a credit card that you weren’t approved for.”

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

    Painfully Obvious Stupidity

    | Vancouver Island, BC, Canada | Food & Drink

    (In Canada, all products have the information written in both English and French. A customer is holding a loaf of whole wheat bread.)

    Customer: “Excuse me! This doesn’t make any sense. This says 100% whole wheat. Is it white bread or brown?”

    Me: “It’s brown.”

    Customer: “But, that’s not what it says here. It says ‘plain’, which means it’s white, doesn’t it?”

    Me: “That says ‘pain’. It’s French for ‘bread’.”

    Customer: “But it already says ‘bread’.

    Me: “Yes, but ‘bread’ is English and ‘pain’ is French.”

    Customer: “So, is it white or brown?”

    Me: “It’s brown.”

    Customer: “Then why does it say ‘plain’!?”

    She’s Nuts About Her Husband

    | North Carolina, USA | Food & Drink, Health & Body

    Customer: “Do these cookies contain nuts?”

    Me: “Which cookie are you thinking about?”

    Customer: “The toffee nut cookies.”

    Me: “Yes, ma’am, they contain brazil nuts.”

    Customer: “I’ll take one.”

    (After a few minutes, the customer returns.)

    Customer: “What kind of nuts do those cookies contain?”

    Me: “Ma’am, they contain brazil nuts.”

    Customer: “Oh, my husband is deathly allergic to those.”

    Me: “Ma’am, I can call 911 or direct you to the nearest hospital.”

    Customer: “Oh, I know where it is, but first, I want to get a sandwich to go…”

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