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    Introducing The Xbox Air

    , | Cortlandt Manor, NY, USA |

    (Note: this was the holiday season that the Xbox 360 came out.)

    Me: “Hello, ma’am. How can I help you today?”

    Customer: “I would like to purchase the “Box 360″.”

    Me: “Oh, the Xbox 360. Well, unfortunately we do not have any more left in store to sell you.”

    Customer: *pointing at display box* “Then what is this? Are you lying to me? Is it because I’m old that you think you can get away with this?!”

    Me: “No, ma’am. Those boxes are for display purposes only.”

    Customer: “Well, I want one right now.”

    Me: “We don’t have any in stock, but I can special order one for–”

    Customer: “Now listen here, you idiot! I see this box right here and I want to buy my son the Box 360!”

    Me: “Ma’am, I can’t sell you a display box. The only thing I can do is special order you one. However, I can guarantee it will be there before Christmas.”

    Customer: “I will take this Box 360 and I am not paying for it!”

    (The customer suddenly throws the display box, resulting in security coming over.)

    Me, to the little boy with her: “Is she usually like that?”

    Little Boy: “Yes, and if she would listen I wanted a PS2!”

    When Men Were Men & Electronics Were Multi-Taskers

    , | British Columbia, Canada |

    (A mother and son are finishing up their purchase.)

    Me: “Will that be all for you guys today?”

    Customer: “Well…do you have meetings here with your staff? Like ones where everyone can talk?”

    Me: “Sometimes…”

    Customer: “I want you to tell them I don’t like these new TVs, the flat screens and the plasmas. I want the old TVs back. You should tell them that.”

    Me: “The old TVs?”

    Customer: “I remember when TVs were like furniture. You could use them to put a plant on, or a lamp, and they were square and wood-paneled. TVs were better then.”

    Son: “Mom, I like the new plasma and LCD TVs. They’re really cool!”

    Customer: “No! They aren’t! You don’t know what you’re talking about!” *to me* “Now, you lady, you should tell them that for me! Tell them I want furniture back! And I’m not the only one!”

    (She then proceeded to walk around the store, going off about technology, and how the old stuff was better. Her poor son was embarrassed the whole time.)

    Secret Agent Man Loses It

    , | Elk Grove, CA, USA |

    Me: *on the phone* “Hello, thank you for calling ***. This is *** speaking. How can I help you today?”

    Customer: “Yeah, I need to know what kind of GPS tracers you have.”

    Me: “Certainly, sir. We have the Zoombak system here for–”

    Customer: “No no no, I need something smaller!”

    Me: “…smaller? What are you looking for exactly, sir?”

    Customer: “I want to get a GPS that I can slip onto someone’s person so I can follow them around closely! I think my wife’s having an affair.”

    Me: “Sir, we don’t sell anything like that here.”

    Customer: “But you sell GPS’s!”

    Me: “The receivers, sir.”

    Customer: “And the transmitters?”

    Me: “Huh?”

    Customer: “The transmitters for your receivers!”

    Me: “No, sir. Not that kind of receiver. We only have the kind that tells you where you are.”

    Customer: “So you have nothing I can use to track people? Why not?”

    Me: “Well, I’m pretty sure that’s illegal.”

    Customer: “What about those things for tracking kids, or the things the POLICE use?”

    Me: “The police have special forms for use, and special power to enact them. And the ones for kids are special-case as well, as the child is under 18, so consent isn’t need–”

    Customer: “Well then, I wanna follow my son around!”

    Me: “You just said ‘wife’. And we don’t have them.”

    Customer: “Oh. What about tasers?”

    Me: “We don’t sell weapons.”

    Customer: “You don’t sell a lot of things, do you? What about audio bugs?”

    Me: “Sir, it seems you want the spy shop. I can give you their number–”

    Customer: “Oh, I know all about them! I’ve had COVERT training, pal! I just thought you might appreciate my covert business. I guess I gotta go take my ELITE COVERTNESS over to the spy shop, then. Jerk.” *hangs up*

    Coworker: *listening in*“You sure that wasn’t a radio station screwing with you?”

    All Games Rated D For Delicious

    | London, UK | Top

    (A coworker and I are chatting at the counter, when a guy comes up and dumps a Playstation 3
    onto the counter.)

    Customer: “It’s defective.”

    Coworker: “I’m very sorry, sir. What seems to be the problem?”

    Customer: “Nothing happens when I plug it into my TV.”

    Coworker: “OK, let me check on one of the ones we have.”

    (My coworker takes the Playstation 3 and plugs it into a TV we have. It works fine.)

    Coworker: “It doesn’t appear to be the Playstation 3. It’s probably the TV. Would you like to bring that in for us to have a look at?”

    Customer: “Yeah. OK. I’ll bring it in later.”

    (The customer grabs the Playstation 3 and leaves. He returns a few hours later and walks up to me, alone this time.)

    Customer: “Hey, you were with the guy who served me earlier, right?”

    Me: “Yes. You have the TV, sir?”

    (The customer dumps the strangest TV ever onto the counter with the Playstation 3 beside it.)

    Customer: “Here. It’s still not working.”

    Me: *holding back laughter* “Sir, this isn’t a TV. It’s a microwave.”

    Customer: “Duh! I know that!”

    Me: “I don’t think the Playstation 3 will work on it.”

    Customer: “Why not?”

    Me: “Because it’s a microwave. It’s used to cook food, not play games.”

    Customer: “But it has a screen. Why wouldn’t it work?”

    Me: *facepalm*

    Homeland Insecurity

    , | Santa Cruz, CA, USA |

    (I’m ringing up a man who is buying a new laptop.)

    Customer: “So, what are your ethnicities?”

    (This question didn’t strike me as odd, as people have wondered in the past.)

    Me: “Half European and half Middle Eastern.”

    Customer: “Oh, so like one of those terrorists…. just watered-down.”

    Me: “Oh, I’m not watered-down, sir.” *holds out his receipt, smirking*

    (The customer looks a bit freaked, grabs his receipt and takes off quickly with his stuff–except for his credit card.)


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