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    Like Her Hearing, Her Cents Comes And Goes

    | Portland, OR, USA | At The Checkout, Money

    Customer: “Hey, I believe I was charged the wrong price for this item. Could you refund it to me?”

    Me: “Oh, of course, ma’am. Let me just see the receipt and I’d be happy to.”

    Customer: “Here it is.”

    (The customer hands me a receipt that is over three feet long and totals over $300.)

    Me: “All right, which did you believe you were over-charged on?”

    Customer: *points out three items*

    Me: “Ma’am, it seems that you were charged an extra two cents for these two items here. Do you really want me to refund you the two pennies?”

    Customer: “YES! And to be sure I want you to return and re-ring my purchase to make sure.”

    Me: “Okay.”

    (20 minutes later, after re-ringing her entire purchase, I let her know that she’ll be getting two pennies back.)

    Customer: “What?! Why did you even do that if it was only two cents?! How stupid can you be?”

    Me: “Um, ma’am, I informed you that you’d only get the two pennies back before I did the transaction.”

    Customer: “No you didn’t! I can’t believe the incompetence of the people working here!”

    (She takes her bag and walks out of the store, yelling obscenities the whole way.)

    No Obamacare For You

    | Berkeley, CA, USA | Bigotry

    (Although I was born in California and have lived here my entire life, my dad is from Australia, and I have picked up some of his speaking mannerisms. In consequence, when I say “Yeah”, it sounds like “Yeh”.)

    Customer: “Can I slide my card through, miss?”

    Me: “Yeah, it’s ready!”

    Customer: “Actually, sorry, I don’t support illegal immigrants.”

    Me: “Excuse me?”

    Customer: “You talk funny! You’re an illegal immigrant!”

    Me: “Actually, ma’am, I was born here. I just have my accent from a parent who was not an illegal immigrant.”

    Customer: “No! You aren’t allowed to be here! I’ll be notifying the president about this!” *stomps out without her merchandise*

    Will Someone Please Think Of The Zombie Children

    , | Sarasota, FL, USA | Family & Kids

    (I’m just stocking the game shelf, when a mother with her kid approaches me.)

    Me: “Hello, ma’am, can I help you with something?”"

    Customer: “Young man, I was looking at the content on the back of this game box. Is there nudity in this game? It says ‘brief nudity’ on the box. Is this game appropriate for my child?”

    (The kid hands me the game. It is a platinum copy of Dead Rising for XBOX 360. The kid looks ten at the oldest.)

    Me: “Not that I can recall. Usually, that means people in their underwear. However, I am required to at least warn you that the game contains graphic violence. Are you sure you want to buy this game for your child?”

    Customer: “Hmph! He sees enough violence on TV. I just want to know if there is nudity in the game!” *storms away with the game for her kid*

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    We’ll Need A Mop To Soak Up All The Bigotry

    | Toronto, Ontario, Canada | Bigotry, Top

    (I am doing a product demonstration show and I decide to do a character because it makes the job go by fast and it’s more fun. While doing a demonstration in my “Getting Married” character, an old woman in her late 80s takes a mop from me. As she’s about to buy it, she asks me a few questions.)

    Customer: “So, you’re getting married? Oh, that’s lovely. What’s your fella like?”

    Me: “Julia is a girl and she is the love of my life. We’re getting married in November.”

    Customer: “A girl? You’re a dy**?”

    Me: “I prefer lesbian, but yes, I am.”

    Customer: “A DY** SOLD ME A MOP!”

    (The woman proceeds to toss the mop at me and then go get a manager.)

    Customer: “Did you know that you have a dy** working here?”

    Manager: “Ma’am, I don’t think she appreciates you calling her that.”

    Customer: “Well, I don’t want a God d*** dy** selling me things that I need. I can’t take them if she sells it to me.”

    Manager: “Why don’t I get one of my associates to ring you through?”

    Customer: “I’d like that very much.”

    (The manager runs her through, but gives me a $50 gift card to our store. Thank you, prejudiced old woman. I got really nice sheets.)

    Eau de Toilet

    , | Eau Claire, WI, USA | At The Checkout

    (I am ringing up a customer. While she is waiting for me to finish, I suggest that she tries our fragrances.)

    Customer: *sprays fragrance* “This stuff smells like a toilet.”

    Me: *speechless*

    Customer’s friend: *laughs hysterically*

    Customer: “It’s not a bad thing, though. It smells like a clean toilet.”

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