Seems To Be Their Calling Card

(A customer has just left after paying for their stuff with a credit card. A few minutes later…)

Customer: “Hi, again. I left my credit card behind. Have you seen it?”

Me: “Let me see.” *looks around the register, counter, and pin-pad machine* “Is it on the floor?”

Customer: “No. Well, where is it?”

Me: “I do not know.”

Customer: “You didn’t check out anyone else, did you?”

Me: “I have not.”

Customer: “I checked my purse, my pockets, and my bags. I can’t find it. Do you have it?”

Me: “No, ma’am, I haven’t seen it.”

Customer: “You have it. Don’t lie to me. It’s not right to steal credit cards. Call your manager, now! You thief! Give me back my card!”

(I call the manager up.)

Manager: “Are you sure you checked everywhere?”

Customer: “Just check him! I should be calling the police.”

(I reveal my pockets. My manager checks all around my station, and then:)

Customer: “Oh, silly me. I put it in my glasses case. Thank heavens I found it.”

(The customer leaves.)

Me: “No, no. Just forget that you were blatantly accusing me to be a thief. Feel free to leave without a heartfelt apology.”

Manager: “Don’t worry. At least the police didn’t get involved this time.”

Me: “This time?!”