Customer: “Excuse me, I’ve noticed that all these pieces of wood have a sticker on them that say’s they contain a product that is believed to cause cancer in the state of California.”
Me: “Yes, that is just a sticker the company has left on there because we also sell in California.”
Customer: “So, since I live here in Washington I won’t get cancer, right?”
A State Of Mindlessness
(I pick up the phone.)
Me: “Good afternoon, how may I help you?”
Caller: “Hi, can you tell me what 130 mm is in centimeters?”
Me: “13 cm.”
Caller: “Are you sure?”
Me: “Uh, pretty sure.”
Caller: “Hmm, okay. Thank you.”
(I hang up. 30 seconds later the phone rings again, this time one of my co-workers answers it.)
Co-Worker: “Good afternoon, how may I help you?”
Co-Worker: “13 cm.”
Customer: “Now don’t forget my military discount!”
Me: “Do you have a military ID, sir?”
Customer: “Sure do.”
(He starts digging through his wallet and doesn’t immediately find it.)
Customer: “I can also show you my scars from Vietnam!”
Me: “Just the ID will do fine.”
Me: *answering phone* "How may I direct your call?"
(After repeating this a few times, I hear fumbling on the other end.)
Me: "Hello, sir. How may I direct your call?"
Caller: "I’m sorry, you’ve got the wrong number."
Me: "But…you called me."
(The store allows you to pay off your store credit card bill at any of their stores. I was in the store paying off the company’s bill at one of the regular checkout stations. I had my 5 month old son with me in his carrier, which I put on the counter while the clerk was scanning the statement stub and the check. Another customer came up behind us, saw the carrier, but no items, on the counter and the clerk scanning a check.)
Customer: “Is she buying a baby?”
Clerk: *without missing a beat* “Yep, she got the last one on the shelf.”