It’s All In Your Head

| Texas, USA |

(I’m a cashier at the local grocery store. One evening, a customer comes up to my till.)

Me: “Did you find everything okay today, sir?”

Customer: “Yes, thank you, I did.”

(I start scanning his items. Out of nowhere, he grabs the hand-held scanner and points it at his forehead. Naturally, nothing comes up.)

Customer: “Just as I thought. I’m priceless!”

Military Intelligence, Part 4

| Vancouver, Canada |

(A kid walks up and asks to buy a pack of cigarettes.)

Me: “Could I see your ID please?”

(The kid hands me an un-laminated piece of hand-cut white paper with a picture taped to it and all the “information” handwritten.)

Me: “Seriously, you’re going to try this?”

Customer: “It’s my military ID…”

Related:
Military Intelligence, Part 3
Military Intelligence, Part 2
Military Intelligence, Part 1

An Abundance Of Nuttiness, Part 2

| Minneapolis, MN, USA |

Customer: “Where is the bulk smooth peanut butter?”

Me: “Oh, I’m sorry, we’re all out of smooth–”

Customer: “No, that can’t be! I need smooth peanut butter!”

Me: “Well, do you have a food processor?”

Customer: “Yeah, so?”

Me: “You could always buy some crunchy peanut butter and make it smooth at home.”

Customer: “I can’t have crunchy peanut butter! It has peanuts in it! Are you trying to kill me?!”

Related:
An Abundance Of Nuttiness

Extreme Makeover: Criminal Edition

| Cincinnati, OH, USA | Top

(I work in a check-out lane at a grocery store. A boy who looks about 16 walks up to the check-out and puts a twelve pack of beer on the lane.)

Me: “May I see your ID?”

Customer: “Who do you think you are, a cop? No!”

Me: “If you want to purchase these, I need to see your ID. You don’t exactly look over 21.”

Customer: “Fine, b****!”

(He then hands me his ID, which has a picture of an elderly man on it.)

Me: “Sorry, you can’t buy these.”

Customer: “What the h***! I just gave you my ID!”

Me: “This ID belongs to an elderly man who has a gray mustache and beard.”

Customer: “It’s called Botox and shaving.”

To Give Credit Where Debit Is Due

| Orlando, FL, USA |

Me: “Your total is $79.82.”

(The customer hands me her debit card.)

Me: “Slide your card in the machine please.”

Customer: “I already did.”

Me: “Did you really? It doesn’t say you did.”

Customer: “It’s talking to you? I think it’s lying!”

Me: “I’m sorry, could you slide it again.”

Customer: “Fine.” *slides card*

Me: “Select a ‘Payment Type’.”

Customer: “What is that?”

Me: “The type of card you are using.”

Customer: “Oh, debit.”

Me: “Okay. Push debit.”

Customer: “What is a PIN?”

Me: “The 4 digit password.”

Customer: “Oh, okay. What is it?”

Me: “I don’t know ma’am. It’s supposed to be private.”

Customer: “Oh, well, just whisper it…I won’t tell anyone.”

Me: “Just press credit.”

Customer: “Okay.”

Me: “Here’s your receipt. Have a nice day!”

Customer: “But I didn’t type in my PIN number.”

Me: “It’s fine ma’am. You are done.”

Customer: “Oh, okay.”

(Customer sees my manager as she is leaving.)

Customer: “That young lady was wonderful! She gave me free groceries.”

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