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    Three Beers To The Wind

    | Albuquerque, NM, USA | Criminal/Illegal, Food & Drink, Liars & Scammers

    (While working at the convenience store, I notice an older male customer, who is clearly intoxicated, put three single beer cans down his shirt. The shirt is tucked in, so the beers are very obviously hanging out of his shirt. I intercept him as he tries to make his way to the door. Caught red-handed, he drunkenly holds out a handful of cash.)

    Customer: “Hey how much do I have?”

    Me: “You have three dollars, but you also have three beers down your shirt. Now give them back, please.”

    Customer: “What?”

    Me: *pokes at a beer can in his shirt* “You have 3 beers down your shirt, and we need those back now.”

    Customer: “Oh. Okay.” *hands me two of the beers*

    Me: “What about the third beer, man?”

    Customer: “What beer?”

    (I poke the can under his shirt.)

    Me: “This one. We need that one back, too. Now.”

    Customer: “Oh, okay…” *hands beer back* “Can I buy some beer now?”

    Me: “You just tried to steal from us! H*** no, you can’t buy any beer! Now get out!”

    Customer: *meekly leaves*

    Like Taking Candy From A Baby, Kids, And Everyone Else

    | California, USA | Food & Drink, Liars & Scammers

    (I’m working in my family’s store part-time while I go to college. I am 18, but look a lot like my younger sister, who is 12, and sound younger than her as well. It’s October, and we give out free candy to paying customer’s kids or nearby schoolkids. We have a customer who lives next door to our shop; she’s very aggressive and known for shoplifting.)

    Me: “Hello, welcome to [store's name].”

    Customer: “Yeah, yeah, what ever.”

    (The customer begins taking candy from the bowl, which clearly has a sign that says, “KIDS ONLY. TAKE ONE EACH.”)

    Me: “We ask you only take one or two, not a handful. A lot of kids come by and we can’t keep refilling the bowl.”

    Customer: “What?! I’m getting some for my kids!”

    Me: “Well, we ask you at least take six and not a handful, since I know you only have three children.”

    Customer: “Y’all have plenty of candy in the store. Stop being selfish and f***ing stingy.”

    Me: “It’s not being stingy. The owner is paying from their own pockets for the merchandise, and they have to feed their family on the income of this store.”

    Customer: “F***’ing b****!”

    (The customer goes off into the store to shop. Meanwhile, my coworker approaches with some small pumpkin decorations.)

    Coworker: *to me* “Your father called and said to put the candies in here, so when kids come they’ll have a small gift bag. I’ll keep an eye on the customer.”

    (I empty the bowl into the individual pumpkins and leave the bowl on the counter. I’m putting the last of the candy pumpkins into a box when the customer comes back with some items. She’s since eaten all of the candy she took earlier.)

    Me: “Is that all?” *I start ringing her up*

    Customer: “Yeah. What grade you in?”

    Me: “I’m in college. I just graduated a few months ago.”

    Customer: “Wha!? Nu-uh! How old are you?”

    Me: “I’m going to turn 19 soon.”

    Customer: “What? Really? You don’t look—”

    (The customer starts reaching for the bowl, when she notices the candy missing.)

    Customer: “What the f***!? Why are y’all acting weird? I ain’t gonna take all your d*** candy.”

    Me: “Oh, sorry. The owner just called with a new idea of making gift bags for the kids to give out until Halloween.”

    Customer: “Well, then give me three!”

    Me: “I’m sorry, but you’ve already taken enough candy for your kids.”

    Customer: “Why you treating me different, huh? What the f*** is wrong with you?!”

    Me: “Please tone it down and refrain from cursing. We don’t want any trouble. We are just doing as the owner asks.”

    Customer: “Don’t talk back to me, you little b****! I’ll get your a** fired! Anyway, you’re too young too work here! I know you’re not f***’in 19! You’re still in middle school, aren’t you? You’re a f***in’ liar! I’m going to call social services and tell ‘em they’re hiring 12 year olds to work here and missing school!”

    Me: “I’m sorry, but if you want, you can call them. I know how old I am, and so does everyone that knows me.”

    Customer: “Get me the f***in’ manager! I’ll get your a** fired SO fast!”

    Me: *to my coworker* “Well, you’re the one in charge when my father isn’t here.”

    Coworker: *to the customer* “Look, sweetie: this ’12 year old’ is technically the one in charge, since she is the boss’ daughter.”

    Customer: “That is bulls***!”

    Coworker: *to me* “Come on, little Miss Boss. Kick her out of the store.”

    Me: *nervously* “M-ma’am, w-will you kindly leave t-the store before we call security?”

    Customer: “F*** YOU! I’M NEVER COMING TO THIS STORE AGAIN!”

    Me: “Have a nice day!”

    Coworker: “Please come again real soon!”

    (After a week, I had to go full time to college. However, I learned that my stepmother eventually had to call the cops on the customer and file a restraining order from letting her into the store.)

    Get Yell Soon

    | USA | Bizarre

    (While standing near a store’s greeting card selection, I overhear this conversation between an older customer and an employee.)

    Customer: “Excuse me, I’m looking for a Father’s Day card to give to my son. However, you only have two here and they’re stupid.”

    Employee: “I’m sorry, but those are the only ones of that type of card that we have.”

    Customer: “But they’re stupid!”

    Employee: “I’m sorry, sir.”

    Customer: “You know what? You need to call your greeting card people and make them send you better cards! You know, we’re all growing older here and we have sons that have children. I want to give my son a Father’s Day card! What is wrong with you people?”

    Employee: “I’m sorry, sir, but we don’t have any control over what the greeting card company sends us. We just display the cards they provide us with.”

    Customer: “Well, I’ll just have to go to [another store] then! Maybe they’ll have what I need!”

    Employee: “Feel free to do that, sir. However, I can tell you that they are supplied by the same company. They will have the same selection.”

    Customer: “This is ridiculous! I guess we’re just not supposed to get older, is that it?! We’re not allowed to age! You need to call your supplier and demand you get better stock!”

    Employee: “I’m sorry sir, we have no control over—”

    Customer: “CALL THEM! What an outrage! You are the rudest employee I’ve ever had to deal with! We’re just getting older! We should be allowed to get older! Call your company RIGHT NOW!”

    Employee: “Sir, if you just leave your name, I can tell my manager you have a complaint—”

    Customer: “NO! JUST CALL YOUR D*** COMPANY!” *angrily storms out*

    He’s No Slim Jim

    | Louisiana, USA | Awesome Customers, Top

    (I’m talking to a regular I’ve known since I was a kid—let’s just call him Jim—who is leaning against our drink counter and drinking a cappuccino. Note: “Jim” is 5’10 and a little over 200lbs, most of which is muscle from working on a logging crew. I notice there’s a smudge on my glasses so I take them off and begin wiping them on my shirt. Right at that moment, a customer walks in. I always greet my customers, so I squint at the person to make them out since I’m not wearing my glasses.)

    Me: “Good evening, sir.”

    Customer: “Well, you don’t have to give me such a dirty look!”

    Me: “What dirty look?”

    Customer: “When I walked in the door, you gave me a nasty look as if I was s*** on the bottom of your shoe!”

    Me: “No, I was squinting at you ’cause I couldn’t see.” *I point at my glasses* “I’m practically blind without these, and there was something on them. I was cleaning them when you walked in, so I had to squint to see you.”

    Customer: “Hmph! You’re just making excuses! You think you’re better than me, but you’re nothing but trash! Only trash works in places like this!”

    (At this point, Jim decides to speak up in my defense. Note that Jim has a VERY thick country-boy accent.)

    Jim: “You’d better apologize to her right now, mister.”

    Customer: “What?! What’d you say?”

    (Jim speaks slowly and clearly this time, so that his accent is less apparent.)

    Jim: “I said you’d better apologize to her right now.” *crosses his arms over his chest* “If you don’t, I’m gonna put my work boot up your a** and you’re gonna have to have it surgically removed!”

    Customer: *turns ash white* “I’m sorry, miss!” *leaves without buying anything*

    Blowing Smoke

    | Loveland, CO, USA | Criminal/Illegal

    (I’m working the register and smell the very distinct scent of cigarette smoke. I look up, and sure enough there’s a woman with a lit cigarette dangling casually from her hand.)

    Me: “Ma’am, Colorado law prohibits smoking in any public buildings, and we also have a policy against it. You can’t smoke in here.”

    Customer: “I am not smoking. The cigarette is!”


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