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    Hoodlums Get Hoodwinked

    | USA | Bad Behavior

    (I’m working the night shift. The only customers are a couple in their late-teens or early twenties. While they’re browsing the shelves a couple of younger teenagers walk in with sagging pants and sideways hats, swearing loudly.)

    Teen #1: “Yo, motherf***er! Look at this piece of s*** they call a f***ing cheeseburger.”

    Teen #2: “That’s f***ing f***ed up, bro!”

    (They continue this until the girl walks up and taps one of them on the shoulder.)

    Girl: “Hey, sweetie. Remember me?”

    Teen #1: “I bet I f***ed you all night long and you’ve come back for more, b****.”

    Girl: *laughing* “Not quite. I graduated from [local high school] with your sister last year. I remember you when you were in diapers.”

    Teen #1: “I ain’t wearing no f***ing diapers no more.”

    Girl: “Yeah, but you still act like it.”

    (She then proceeds to pull his pants up and turn his hat right. While she’s doing this a pack of cigarettes falls from his hoodie, which she takes.)

    Girl: “I bet your mom would love to hear about this. I’ll be sure to inform her when I see you guys at mass tomorrow.”

    Teen #1: *goes pale and flees with Teen #2 from the store*

    Thankful For Thank Yous

    | New York, USA | Awesome Customers, Themed Giveaway

    Me: “Hi, can you please fill it up with regular?”

    Employee: “Sure, no prob—Wait!”

    Me: “Is there a problem with my card? Can I use my debit card instead?”

    Employee: “No, no! The card’s fine! You’re the nice customer!”

    Me: “…I’m sorry. I don’t know what you’re referring to.”

    Employee: “You were filling up your gas tank earlier this month. It was my first week of training and I was trying to figure out the machines because I used to work at a station where we brought credit cards inside to be processed. This crazy lady started screaming at me because she got charged for premium gas and she didn’t want it. Then your credit card didn’t work because I forgot to hit some buttons or something. While she spent 10 minutes screaming at me, you waited there patiently without screaming at me or trying to get my attention. It was only after she left that I realized your car hadn’t been filled yet. You didn’t say anything mean; you just smiled and told me not to worry about it.”

    Me: “Oh yeah… I remember that lady. Boy, wasn’t she a bundle of joy to be around? Has she been back since?”

    Employee: “Maybe? Well, I told my coworker Eddie about you and he said you’re the only customer who consistently is polite and says “Please” and “Thank you” and you’re the only who treats us as equal human beings! Thank you for that!”

    Me: “Wow… well, you’re welcome. Just try to avoid crazy customers! Stay warm!”

    Employee: “Seriously, thank you! You have no idea how nice it is!”

    To Give Credit Where Debit Is Due, Part 2

    | San Jose, CA, USA | Bizarre, Language & Words

    Customer: “Why won’t your gas pump accept my credit card?”

    Clerk: “Sorry, it’s cash or debit only.”

    Customer: “But I have a credit card and it won’t take it!”

    Clerk: “Cash or debit only, ma’am.”

    Customer: “This is a credit card!”

    Clerk: *pause* “It’s cash or debit only, not credit.”

    (The customer finally realizes what the clerk’s been saying and automatically becomes huffy.)

    Customer: “Well! Y’know, giving me the same answer three times doesn’t help me understand. You should have said, ‘we only accept cash or debit’. How was I supposed to understand what ‘cash or debit only’ means? It’s not a complete sentence!” *storms out*

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    Their Purchasing Power Has Gone Up In Smoke, Part 2

    | Waynesboro, PA, USA | Criminal/Illegal, Underaged

    (I work at a gas station. We have a lot of rules to prevent under-aged people from getting cigarettes. I’ve just graduated from high school a few weeks before, and am still 17. A kid that I don’t really know, but goes to my old high school walks in with his mom.)

    Kid: “Hey, can I get a pack of [cigarettes].”

    Me: “I’m going to need to see your ID first.”

    Kid: “C’mon, you know me. We went to high school together.”

    Me: “Sorry, but if you look underage, I have to card you.”

    (He says he understands, and calmly walks out. His mom follows him out without buying anything. About two minutes later, she comes back in stays right at the newspapers near the door, and pretends to be looking around for about a minute, looking at the papers.)

    Lady: *loudly* “Oh, there it is.” *walks right up to the register*

    Lady: “I forgot to get the paper earlier.”

    Me: “That’ll be 75 cents.”

    Lady: “Oh, yeah. Can I also get a pack of [cigarettes]?”

    Me: “I’m sorry, ma’am, but your son just came in and didn’t have his ID. I can’t sell the same cigarettes to you right now.”

    Lady: “Well, what if they aren’t for him! They are for his dad.”

    Me: “Sorry, ma’am. It’s against store policy.”

    (She’s clearly angry at this point. My manager notices and is already on her way to the register.)

    Lady: “Well, I wanna see your manager!”

    Me: “The lady would like to speak to you.”

    Lady: “Yeah, this little a**hole won’t sell me cigarettes!”

    Manager: “Well, the problem is it’s against store policy to sell cigarettes to you since he had to deny your son.”

    Lady: “Well, in the state of Pennsylvania, it’s illegal to deny a purchase of any kind to a customer!”

    Me: “Actually it’s illegal to buy cigarettes for a minor.”

    Lady: “Well, I want to talk to corporate and tell them about this!”

    (My manager gets the phone under the register, calls corporate, and explains the situation. However, before my manager can finish talking, the lady grabs the phone from my manager.)

    Lady: *to the phone* “Yeah, can you tell these a**holes they have to sell me cigarettes?!”

    (We can hear the voice from the phone, and the moment corporate stops talking, the lady slams the phone down throws the paper at us.)

    Lady: “You can shove that paper up your a**!”

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    The Deal Of His Life

    | NJ, USA | Awesome Customers, Top, Wild & Unruly

    (I am being served in a gas station, when a drunk customer approaches the clerk.)

    Drunk Customer: “Do you sell beer?”

    Clerk: “Of course, sir. Right over there.”

    (The clerk starts to ring my up my purchases, but the drunk customer shoves them aside and drops a pair of six-packs on the counter.)

    Clerk: “I, uh—”

    (I nod for him to go ahead. Just then, the door opens behind me and four uniformed police officers come in. There are three police cars parked out front, and one of the cops is quite loudly talking into a radio.)

    Drunk Customer: “Hey! You overcharged me. I saw you. Dirty Jew!”

    Clerk: “I… um… I’m Irish Catholic.”

    Cop: “Sir, do we need to—”

    Clerk: “No, no, just let him—”

    Drunk Customer: *turns around and faces me* “Yo, little lady! Don’t say a word of what you’re about to see. Got it?” *to clerk* “Y’know the guy who worked here before you? They threw him in jail for dealing heroin.”

    Clerk: “Yes, um, I remember that.”

    Drunk Man: “So, sell me some f***ing heroin!”

    Clerk: “I, uh…” *he takes cover behind the counter*

    Cop: “Okay, buddy, we need to-”

    (The drunk customer pulls a gun from his pants. It’s small, orange-tipped, and says ‘SUPER FUN CAP GUN’ on the side. However, the cops can’t see it, and they draw their guns.)

    Me: *to the cops* “It’s a toy! It’s a cap gun!”

    (Hearing this, one cop quickly holsters his gun and tackles the man.)

    Drunk Customer: *as he’s dragged away by the cops* “Yo, b****! I told you not to tell! We had a deal, we had a deal!”

    (Fast forward some time, and note that both the drunk customer and I have some pretty unique and visible tattoos. I’m at a cafe.)

    Waiter: “Excuse me, miss, but I have to ask, I think I recognize your tattoos.”

    Me: *noticing his* “Gas station, four cops, cap gun?”

    Waiter: “I never got to thank you for intervening on my behalf. I should have been shot that day.”

    (We chat for a while. After the conversation, he tells me my meal’s on the house. Unfortunately for him, I’ve gotten the same thing I always do, so I leave the amount, plus a decent tip, anyway. As I’m leaving, he notices what I’ve done.)

    Waiter: “Yo, b****! I told you not to pay! We had a deal!” *notices shocked patrons* “Uh, hope you enjoyed your coffee.”


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