I am buying earbuds in a large electronics store. Since there’s a huge selection and I need a specific type, I opt to wait for the floor worker to ask rather than spending twenty minutes squinting through the glass cases. 

I see a worker helping another customer, so I stand to the side and wait. The worker looks right at me, doesn’t acknowledge me, and continues helping the other customer. I think it’s all good as he noticed me and knows I’m there.

I keep waiting for another five-ish minutes until they’re done. At this point, the worker goes to the back, possibly to get some paperwork for the other customer?

When he finally comes back, I see him walking in my direction. I open my mouth to speak when he walks right past me and toward a group of customers waving him down who weren’t there earlier. Somewhat frustrated, I walk up to him.

Me: “Dude, I’ve been waiting all this time for you. What gives?”

Worker: “They waved me down first.”

Me: “But you saw me waiting!”

Worker: “Why didn’t you wave, then?”

I just turned around and walked out. I got my earbuds in the store next door in less time than I spent waiting in the first store.

Customer: “I purchased chairs from you a while back and I need to return them.”

Me: “Please send us the complaint in written form, as we are not allowed to take them up verbally.”

Customer: “You don’t understand! This is an emergency! Your chairs are ruining my windows!”

Me: “Excuse me, ma’am? Your windows? I’m not sure I’m following.”

Customer: “Yes! Ever since I purchased chairs from you, my windows have been fogging!”

Me: “Are you sure it’s because of our chairs?”

Customer: “Of course I am! It’s the only thing I’ve changed about my apartment! And now, whenever it’s cold outside, my windows just fog up.”

(I could barely get her off the phone and talk her into sending a written complaint. Even our general director got a good laugh out of it.)

(A friend is talking to a woman visiting her sister. The woman is complaining about her expanding business and how annoying it is finding someone to hire. The job in question entails answering the phone, searching their files for the car part the client is inquiring about, and replying whether it’s available. My friend has finished her studies and is unemployed.)

Friend: “I would like to apply, if that’s okay.”

Boss: “Oh, no. I could never hire you; you’re a beautiful girl.”

Friend: “Excuse me? What’s that have to do with anything?”

Boss: “You’ll probably marry soon, and then you’ll get pregnant and leave. I want someone who will work there permanently; I don’t have time or will to train two people to do that job.”

Friend: *taken aback* “So, you’re only hiring men? Wait. I thought you already have a girl working for you.”

Boss: “Well, that’s completely different.”

Friend: “How exactly?”

Boss: “She looks like a man! No one will ever want to date her, let alone sleep with her.”

(Her employee is a beautiful girl who simply prefers sportswear and having her hair cut short.)

Friend: *leaves to stop herself committing murder*

(I don’t know what’s more idiotic: her backward opinions, or her belief that she’ll find someone willing to permanently work at such a low paid menial job. There is a silver lining, however: guess who announced their pregnancy a couple of months later?)