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    More Beer, Less Fear

    | AZ, USA | Bizarre, Criminal/Illegal

    (I walk over to the convenience store to get a drink. As I’m going inside, I see two police officers with a man in handcuffs in front of the building. I start a conversation with the employees.)

    Me: “Looks like you guys had an interesting morning.”

    Employee #1: “I can’t believe it; he just sat out there waiting for the cops after he stole the beer.”

    Me: “Huh?”

    (One of the officers comes in.)

    Officer: “So, what happened here?”

    Employee #2: “He got the 12-pack from the cooler and stood in line, but then he just walked out without paying. I called for him to stop, but he just said ‘I’ll wait out here for the cops’.”

    Officer: “He didn’t try to run?”

    Employee #2: “No, he just opened the case and started drinking a can of beer right outside the store!”

    Cashier Doesn’t Register The Cash

    | Glasgow, Scotland, UK | At The Checkout, Awesome Customers, Money

    (I’m showing a new employee the basics of working behind the counter. Everything is going well and it’s a quiet night, so I decide to call my mum and ask if she could lend me some money for the night. As I am on the phone, one of my regular customers comes in. I tell the new employee to have a go of the till on his own. I finish the conversation with my mum.)

    Regular Customer: “Hi, how are you?”

    Me: “I’m alright thanks, yourself?”

    Regular Customer: “Yeah, I’m not too bad. Were you asking your mum to borrow money there?”

    Me: “Yeah, I’m supposed to be going bowling tonight with my friends, but I’m a bit low on cash. She said it would be alright if I paid her back when I get my wages.”

    (We have a chat as we usually do. She tells me she was always borrowing money when she was my age.)

    Regular Customer: “Okay, well I hope you have a nice night!”

    Me: “I will, thanks a lot; see you later.”

    (She leaves, only to come back a minute later, and talks to me incredibly fast.)

    Regular Customer: “You’re always really friendly and have a chat with me. Here, take this; enjoy your night!”

    (She slams a £10 note on the counter, and runs off into the night before I can even say anything.)

    Me: “WHAT? WAIT! THANK YOU?!”

    (I try to catch her to tell her she doesn’t need to do that, but she is away in her car before I can even get out from behind the counter.)

    Me: “I… I don’t even know what just happened. That is the nicest thing that’s ever happened to me.”

    Coworker: “Does this happen a lot?”

    Me: “Never! This never happens. You just witnessed history.”

    They Make A Mockery Of Muggery

    | France | Awesome Customers, Criminal/Illegal

    (I work the night shift. Two men in their twenties enter the store. They’re wearing saggy pants, and all the works. They look like they’ve been in a fight, as one has a black eye and a split lip, and the other has a swollen cheek and a nosebleed. Immediately they start harassing me, making lewd innuendos, and generally being obnoxious. Another customer walks in and spots them.)

    Customer: “You again? How many times am I going to have to beat the tar out of you tonight?”

    (Both men turn around, take a good look at the customer, turn pale, and leave without another word.)

    Me: “What the f*** just happened?”

    Customer: “They tried to mug me about two hours ago.”

    Do Not Acid Test God

    | East Lansing, MI, USA | Bad Behavior, Criminal/Illegal, Health & Body, Themed Giveaway

    (I work at a 24-hour convenience store on a college campus I attend. A man in his twenties comes in at about 4AM. He’s the only one in the store except me, and one of my co-workers.)

    Me: “Hi there! How’re you today?”

    Customer: “Not bad.”

    (He walks over to one of the three aisles in the store before starting to strip down naked. I’m taken aback, and immediately start to call the police, while my coworker attempts to talk the man down.)

    Coworker: “Hey, dude, what are you doing? Put your clothes on!”

    Customer: “It’s a glorious day! A righteous day!”

    (The man, now fully nude, begins to touch his body to the disgust of both of us. He starts rubbing his front up against the ice-cold freezer door.)

    Me: “Sir, I’ve called the police. They’ll be here soon; please put your clothes on.”

    (The customer mumbles incoherently as he rests up against the door, touching himself very inappropriately. My coworker manages to talk him into getting into his underwear, as the cops arrive and arrest him.)

    Cop #1: “What’s your name, son?”

    Customer: “I AM GOD!”

    Cop #1: “Yeah, okay, son. Let’s go.”

    (The cops lead him out into the freezing air in only his underwear. Later in the day, they come back to explain why he did it.)

    Cop #1: “Apparently, he was on four hits of acid, and had just left a house party on campus!”

    (The customer came in the next day demanding that we return his iPhone that ‘we clearly stole’. We threw him out of the store.)

    Sparked A (Necklace) Chain Reaction

    | Robeline, LA, USA | Awesome Customers

    (It’s a slow night, so I take out some of my craft supplies. As I’m piecing together an earring, a regular customer walks into the store. I smile as I tuck away my supplies.)

    Me: “Hello! How’re you this evening?”

    Regular: “Good! What were you doing just now?”

    (I pull out the earring.)

    Me: “Oh. I was making a pair of earrings to pass the time.”

    Regular: “You make earrings?”

    Me: “Yeah, I’ve made a few necklaces too.”

    (I pull my necklace out of my shirt to show him.)

    Regular: “That’s really nice. Hey, I’ve got some beads and stuff that my wife bought. We were going to make jewelry to sell, but we never got around to it. When I get home tonight, I’ll get her to help me dig out some of the beads. I’ll bring them in, or send them with Mom, okay?”

    Me: “Okay, thanks!”

    (A week later, his mother comes into the store. She hands me a package containing dozens of hand-blown glass beads, along with a note.)

    Mother’s Note: “These are just some of the beads. Hope you can use these in your jewelry making. We’re still trying to dig the rest of them out. It may take a few more trips, but we’ll get them all to you.”

    (It’s the nice people like that who make my job worthwhile!)


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