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  • No Scan, No Scam

    | Newton, NJ, USA | Liars & Scammers, Money

    (I work in a store in a small town where most of the customers are elderly and sweet. If a price doesn’t come up, I will generally trust a customer if they say they know the exact price.)

    Me: “Oh, there’s no bar code on this.”

    Customer: “Well, it was $39.99, but I guess that doesn’t help you.”

    Me: “Well, I can enter it manually. You’re sure it was $39.99?”

    Customer: “Actually, it was…$19.99.”

    Me: “Sir, do you really want me to call for a price check and make you and all the people behind you wait ten minutes for someone to come up here?”

    Customer: *defeated* “…It was $39.99.”

    Never Say No To La Novia

    | Roselle, NJ, USA | Awesome Customers, Bigotry, Family & Kids, Top

    (I am watching my girlfriend’s two-year-old sister near the counter while she does her shopping. Her sister is learning to talk in Spanish, so I’m quizzing her with colors. While we’re playing, a seven-year-old girl approaches us and asks to play because she takes Spanish at school. Everything is fine until the girl’s mother comes.)

    Mother: “Leona, what are you doing? You know not to bother people.”

    Me: “Oh, she’s not, ma’am. She just asked to play with me and my girlfriend’s sister.”

    Mother: “Girlfriend?” *thinks for a few moments* “Oh, a close friend! Sorry, I was thinking you meant a girl you were dating.”

    Me: “I did. I am dating a girl. This little girl is her sister and your daughter was just playing with us. She wasn’t bothering us.”

    Mother: “What?! Leona, you were playing with a homo?!? Come over here, right now!”

    (In tears, the girl slowly approaches her mother, who yells at her about how she knows better than to interact with “h***-bound sinners” like me. She then chides me for “sinning” around such a small child, referring to my girlfriend’s sister. While I’m speechless, a man comes up, who I assume is the girl’s father.)

    Father: *to the mother* “I got the rest of the stuff. What are you yelling about?”

    Mother: *to her daughter* “Tell Daddy what you did!”

    (In hysterics, the girl tells her father what happened, ending her telling by clinging to his leg and apologizing over and over. I’m feeling dreadful and very guilty and am near tears myself. But to my surprise, this happens.)

    Father: *to the mother* “Are you serious?! What is wrong with you?! I don’t even know why I came out with you! Just go wait in the car! Sheesh!”

    (The mother, now apparently embarrassed, exits the store. The father calms his daughter down and apologizes to her and me before leaving. Right after they leave, my girlfriend comes up, having seen the whole thing.)

    My Girlfriend: “I actually know that family. The father moved in next door to me two weeks ago. That girl’s parents are divorced and her parents have joint custody of her, but today is her birthday and she wanted to be with both of them together. They said yes to make her happy, but I don’t think that’ll happen again.”

    (A few weeks later, my girlfriend tells me the father got full custody of his daughter. Now, she and my girlfriend’s sister play together on a daily basis, and I occasionally help her with her Spanish homework.)

    Plz Change Abbrev, Stat

    | London, UK | Health & Body, Language & Words

    (If a customer gets regular medication from a pharmacy, they can have a Medicine Use Review (MUR). It’s basically talking through their meds with a pharmacist. I answer this call from a sweet elderly caller.)

    Me: “Hello, pharmacy.”

    Customer: “Um hello, someone just delivered my medicine. The bag has a sticker on it that says “Patient eligible for MUR.” What it is MUR?”

    Me: “It stands for “Medicine Use Review,” which involves discussing your medicines with the pharmacist. However, those labels are meant for our reference, so I apologise that it’s been put on your bag by mistake. Sorry if it caused confusion.”

    Customer: “Oh, that’s alright, dear. I just thought MUR might be short for murder!”

    Me: “Er no, ma’am! Don’t worry, no one is going to murder you!”

    Customer: “Oh, good! Thank you very much!”

    Feeling Man-strual

    | Edmonton, Alberta, Canada |

    (I am working the prescription counter when a big, burly 6-foot or so tall man comes to the counter. Note: I am a female.)

    Me: “Hello, how can I help you?”

    Customer: “Um, I think…” *trails off*

    Me: “I’m sorry, sir…could you say that again?”

    Customer: *leans in close* “I think I got my first period.”

    Me: *speechless*

    Customer: “I’m bleeding down there, and I’m really hurting in my stomach.”

    Me: “Sir, men don’t get those. You need to go to the hospital.”

    Customer: “I knew you girls would be insensitive! I’m leaving!”

    (I didn’t see him again. I still hope he got to a hospital!)

    Employees Are Sharper Than You Think

    | Salt Lake City, UT, USA | Health & Body, Liars & Scammers

    (Pharmacy law in Utah says that it’s up to the pharmacist’s discretion if they want to sell insulin needles/syringes without a prescription. Our store has the policy that the patient either has to have a prescription for the syringes or for an injectable medication on file.)

    Customer: “I need to get some syringes.”

    Me: “Okay, I need your name so I can look up the prescription.”

    Customer: “Actually, they’re not for me. They’re for my mom.”

    Me: “Okay, what’s her name?”

    Customer: “Well, not my mom. My best friend’s mom who’s like a mom to me.”

    Me: “What’s her name?”

    Customer: “Actually, it’s for her dog.”

    Me: “What’s the dog’s name?”

    Customer: “I…don’t know.”

    Me: “Then I’m not selling you any syringes.”

    Customer: *walks away in defeat*

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