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    Fuming Over The Gas, Part 2

    | Green Bay, WI, USA | Crazy Requests, Extra Stupid, Wild & Unruly

    (We are located in a small strip mall. As I am checking out a customer, I see a police officer walk in and two fire trucks pull up. The officer comes up to me and ask if there is a manager around.)

    Me: *to my manager* “Um…. the police are here. They said they need to talk to a manager.”

    Manager: “I’ll be right there.”

    (When she comes to the front, we find out that the building next to us has a gas leak. We make an announcement to evacuate the store. Outside the store is myself, the front manager, night manager, and two framers.)

    Framer #1: “You know, I get the feeling a customer is going to ask what going on…” *motions to the fire trucks and the orange cones blocking the store’s entrance* “…and when we tell them, they will ask if we’re open.”

    Framer #2: “Don’t be ridiculous!”

    (Just then a female customer walks up to us.)

    Customer: “Oh my, what’s going on here?”

    Me: “A gas leak happened next door. It’s starting to leak into ours.”

    Customer: “Oh… so are you open?”

    Me: *stunned* “Um, no we aren’t. We had to evacuate.”

    (The customer huffs and grumbles about me being lazy. She then goes to the night manager, who tells her the same thing.)

    Customer: “But that’s next door’s problem! Why is it yours!?”

    Manager: “Because the gas is leaking into our store.”

    Customer: “But I need to get something! Can’t you let me in?”

    (This carries on, as both the front manager and the framers both explain to her why she cannot go in. The police officer walks over.)

    Officer: “Ma’am, we cannot let you or anyone in. If you will be patient, the fire department will see what the levels are, and then we could possibly let you in.”

    Customer: *huffs and storms off*

    Framer #1: “I was only kidding when I said that!”

    Framer #2: “You should know by now: when somebody becomes a customer, they lose all common sense.”

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    You’d Better Belieber It

    | Muncie, IN, USA |

    (I work as a picture framer in a well known craft store. Around my second week of work, a tall, tough-looking guy walks up to my counter and this occurs.)

    Tough Guy: “Hi, uh, do you sell poster frames?”

    Me: “Absolutely! What size do you need?”

    Tough Guy: “Poster size?”

    Me: “Well, we carry several poster frames, ranging from 16″x20″ to 24″x36″. Do you know approximately how big your poster is?”

    Tough Guy: “I dunno… Justin Bieber size?”

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    No Servitude For Attitude

    | New York, USA |

    (I am working at the cutting table at a fabric store when a woman charges up to the table, bypassing others waiting in line.)

    Customer: “You need to cut this fabric for me right now!”

    Me: “I’m sorry, ma’am, but there is a line and I am helping other customers.”

    Customer: “How dare you talk back to me! You are here to serve me. You work for me! You are my servant and you need to listen to what I say!”

    Me: “With all due respect, ma’am, I work for [craft store], not you. Now, please wait in line and I will help you when your turn comes.”

    (The woman proceeds to throw her fabric on my head and knock down three display bolts. My manager calls the police and she is escorted out of the store, still ranting.)

    Customer: *while being escorted out by the police* “You’re all my servants!”

    Team Cougar

    | Michigan, USA | At The Checkout

    (I am working at the checkout when a mother in her 60s and daughter in her 40s walk up to checkout. There is a rack of magazines next to my register, including one with pictures from the upcoming Twilight movie.)

    Daughter: “That Taylor Lautner is hot! Don’t you think so?”

    Mother: “Oh, yeah, he’s much hotter than that Rob Pattinson guy.”

    (I must have given them weird looks because the daughter now looks at me and begins to speak loudly and defensively.)

    Daughter, to me: “What?! He’s legal!”

    Similar Tool, Different Outcome

    | Minneapolis, MN, USA | Rude & Risque

    (I am working at an Arts and Crafts store. I am talking to a coworker when I see an older woman come up to the counter.)

    Me: “Hi, can I help you find something?”

    Customer: “Yes, do you have anything I can use to shave balls? ”

    (There is an awkward silence between the customer and I while I process what she is asking her. Finally, she chimes in, elaborating.)

    Customer: “Off of sweaters?”

    (I realize that she is talking about a device to remove sweater pills, the little fuzzy dots that sometimes appear after washing.)

    Me: “Oh! This way please.”

    (I take her over to the yarn section and help her find what she is looking for. I walk back over to my coworker.)

    Me: “Is it just me or did it sound like she was asking for–”

    Coworker: “Yeah, it definitely did!”

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