Not Always Right on Facebook Not Always Right on Twitter Not Always Right Unfiltered on Tumblr
Featured Story:
  • His Attitude Speaks Volumes
    (1,899 thumbs up)
  • August Theme Of The Month: We Are Closed!
    Submit your story today!

    (Glow)Stick of Bread

    | Kaiserslautern, Germany |

    (This happened a long time ago, not long after the Chernobyl nuclear reactor meltdown. I am marking bags of bread with large black X’s.)

    Customer: “What are the X’s?”

    Me: “The bread marked with an X is a day old, so it is half price.”

    Customer: “The X means it’s contaminated by Chernobyl, doesn’t it?”

    Me: “Nope. Just a day old.”

    Customer: *Winking and nodding.* “Riiight. Day-old. Gotcha.”

    (A couple minutes later the manager comes and tells me to help the frozen food crew empty a freezer that has stopped working. As we are loading the frozen food into carts to take it back to the walk-in freezer, the same customer wanders by. Her eyes suddenly get very wide.)

    Customer: “S***! Is there anything here that isn’t radioactive?”

    (The customer hastily exits the store, leaving her cart of presumably radioactive groceries behind.)

    When Fat Cells Out-number Brain Cells

    | Ohio, USA |

    (A grocery store customer points to ‘fat free’ on a gallon of ice cream.)

    Customer: “Does that mean I don’t have to pay?”

    Me: “No sir, that means that there is no fat in the ice cream.”

    Customer: “So just the fat is free?”

    Me: “There is no fat, sir.”

    Customer: “I don’t want it then.”

    Death Goes Shopping

    | Philadelphia, PA, USA |

    (We are having a big sale on lobsters and I’m standing behind an open case of them.)

    Customer: “Are these alive?”

    Me: “Yes ma’am, they’re all alive.”

    (The customer picks one up that is moving and violently shakes it.)

    Customer: “This one isn’t!”

    Me: “That’s because you just killed it, ma’am.”

    Customer: “How dare you accuse me of that!” *violently throws the lobster back into the case and storms off*

    But Mommy Says I’m Mature

    | Branson, MO, USA |

    (A girl comes to my counter with a bottle of wine. She’s clearly underage–about 13 or 14.)

    Me: “You can’t buy that, you’re too young.”

    Customer: “What?! No! I’m twenty two!”

    Me: “I’ll need to see your ID, please.”

    Customer: “I left it in my car. ”

    Me: “Then you can’t buy this.”

    Customer: “Fine, then! I’ll go get my mom and she’ll tell you!”

    Me: “Alright, you do that.”

    Customer: “MOM!” *runs off*

    (She never came back.)

    There’s No Substitute For Brains, Either

    | Miami, FL, USA |

    Customer: “Do you have a pill I can take instead of drinking water?”

    Me: “Um, what do you mean?”

    Customer: “When I’m at work and I drink water, I have to pee so much! I know there’s got to be a pill I can take instead.”

    Me: “There’s really no substitute for drinking water.”

    Customer: “No! I know there has to be some kind of pill you can take instead of drinking.”

    Me: “I’m sorry, but there’s not.”

    Customer: “There has to be something. Never mind, I’ll try to find it myself!” *wanders over to the vitamin aisles in search of water pills*


    Page 85/107First...8384858687...Last