(I am ringing up a customer. Note that the receipts automatically print on credit transactions.)
Me: “Would you like your receipt?”
Customer: “No! How dare you! You better not give me receipt! I will be so pissed!”
Me: “Oh, um, okay then!”
(I finish ringing her up and the receipt prints automatically.)
Customer: “Why did you print that?! I told you I didn’t want it! Do I need to slap you?!”
Me: “I’m sorry, ma’am. They print automatically when you use a credit card. You don’t have to take it or anything.”
Customer: “I hate you young kids who think you know everything! You print receipts like it’s nothing!”
Me: *not knowing what to say* “Well, have a great evening.”
Customer: “How could I?! You printed the receipt!”
(Note: I’m working the drive-thru.)
Coworker: “Hey, ask this next guy how his mom’s doing.”
Me: “Uh, okay…” *to customer* “Hey, how’s your mom doing?”
Customer: “She’s in f***ing jail! Thanks for asking!”
(The customer drives from the intercom to my window, pulls down his pants, shakes his butt at us, and then drives away. The next customer in line pulls up.)
Next Customer: “What the H*** was that?!”
Also seen on Not Always Working.
(I work in the drive-thru area of a well known fast food store. I’m taking an order out to a customer who, instead of parking in the designated bays, has parked in the main car park. The car he is parked next to just happens to be mine.)
Me: “One burger meal?”
(The customer throws open his door with great speed, slamming it into my car and leaving a noticeable dent. In shock, I drop his paper bag.)
Customer: “What on EARTH do you think you’re doing?!”
Me: “You just hit my car!”
Customer: “Oh, I didn’t realise it was yours.”
(At this point I’m too shocked to do anything other than stand there and try not to cry.)
Customer: “So, are you going to compensate me?”
Me: “What for?”
Customer: “You just dropped my food on the floor. I demand a full refund and maybe some extras.”
Me: “Sir, you just dented my car with extreme force. I don’t particularly feel inclined to do anything other than replace the meal I dropped, to be completely honest.”
Customer: “That is RIDICULOUS! You owe me £5 for that meal!”
Me: “With all due respect sir, if I may please have your insurance details, we’ll see just how much you owe me!”
(At our fast food restaurant, a customer walks in with a seeing eye dog. It’s in training with a clearly-marked blue vest and two trainers. However, a customer behind her begins complaining.)
Customer: “Man, I thought your sign said dogs ain’t allowed!”
Me: *to a trainer* “Ma’am, it’s a working dog in training, correct?”
Trainer: “Yes. She has to be trained in public before they’ll allow her to go to a patient.”
Me: “Sir, she’s a working dog. They’re allowed in public buildings by state law.”
Customer: “Man, that’s bulls***!”
Me: “Why’s that, sir?”
Customer: “That dog don’t work here!”
So Long, Sexism: This week, we feature five stories of employees dealing with (and often overcoming) sexist remarks from customers!
- The Estrogen Empire Strikes Back:
A sexist fast food customer faces women in power–everywhere!
- The Land Of Milk And Money:
Don’t have a cow, man–ladies understand farming, too.
- Cross-Platform Chromosomes:
Games may be platform-specific, but video gamers are gender neutral!
- Now Accepting Immigrants From Femmerica:
News flash from Bigotland: half of America ain’t American.
- The Spice Girls Have A Lot To Answer For:
Yes, “Ladies go first”–except when they’re cutting in line!
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