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Trial By Hire

| San Bernardino, CA, USA | Uncategorized

(I’ve just been hired as a cashier and it’s my first day. Halfway through my shift, I get called to go to the manager’s office. In the office is another man.)

Manager: “Ah, there you are. Thanks for coming over so quickly.”

Me: “No problem, what’s up?”

Manager: “This here is Henry. I’d like you to help him find the items on his grocery list and help him with whatever he may need.”

Henry: “Hello.”

Me: “Hey. Well, shall we get started?”

(Henry holds up a fake mustache and begins speaking in a British accent.)

Henry: “This the best you could hire?! This place is becoming worse every week!”

Manager, to me: “Can I talk to you outside for a second?”

Me: “Sure…”

(We go outside and my manager explains to me that when Henry holds up his mustache, he is British and his name is Hensley.)

Manager: “Just take him around and help him get his stuff.”

Me: “Alright, will do…”

(We start off finding him tea.)

Me: “Alright, our tea is right over here.”

Henry: “Let’s see…green tea…green tea…ah. Here it is!”

(The mustache goes up as he reaches for the tea.)

Hensley: “I don’t want green tea.”

(The mustache goes down.)

Henry: “Must you be so picky?!”

(The mustache goes up.)

Hensley: “It isn’t my fault you have such terrible taste!”

(The mustache goes down.)

Henry: “Fine, what kind of tea do you want?!”

(The mustache goes up.)

Hensley: “I’m not sure.”

(This goes on for a grueling, long, painful 37 items. After two hours of this and a full cart, we head for the check out.)

Henry: “Thank you so much for being so patient with us.”

Me: “Glad I could help you two out!”

(The mustache goes up.)

Hensley: “Yes, thank you ever so much for the assistance. Don’t let us hold you up dearie. Off you go…shoo, shoo!”

Me: “Alright, take care.”

(I head to the manager’s office, where several co-workers are also waiting.)

Me: “What the h*** was that for? Some sort of hazing?”

Manager: “Nope, he comes in every four days and buys the exact same stuff. Good way to test new employees!”

(So far they’ve tried this on five other new people while I’ve worked here. They all lost their temper and were fired. Henry/Hensley asks for me every few visits and he is a regular customer of mine now. Well, a not-so-regular customer…)

Age Is But A (Phone) Number

| Reynoldsburg, OH, USA | Uncategorized

(Note: I’m dealing with a male customer in his forties or fifties at the checkout stand.)

Me: “Do you have a rewards card?”

Customer: “Yeah, but I don’t have it with me.”

Me: “That’s perfectly fine. Can I have your phone number?”

Customer: “Uh…can I ask you a personal question?”

Me: “Sure?”

Customer: “How old are you?”

Me: “I’m seventeen.”

Customer: “Awesome! I’m gonna go home and tell my wife a seventeen year old asked for my number. Thanks!”

Also seen on: Not Always Romantic

Sometimes On The John But Always On The Job

| California, USA | Uncategorized

(I’m taking a restroom break in one of our single-person restrooms. I am also male. A female customer breaks the flimsy lock and barges in.)

Me: “Whoa! What are you doing?”

Customer: “I’m trying to use the restroom. Your door handle was broken.”

Me: “Ma’am, it was locked, and there is another restroom for women to
use right next to you!”

Customer: “Huh? I didn’t notice that before.”

(She continues to stand there for a bit, while I’m still covering myself up.)

Me: “Um, I was hoping to use the restroom. Can you please close the door and let me finish?”

Customer: “Actually I was wondering if you could help me find the baking stuff?”

Me: “I can’t, I’m using the restroom. Can’t you see that?”

Customer: “Good Lord, I’m never coming back here! Your service is awful!”

Do As I Say, Not As I Say

| Greensboro, NC, USA | Uncategorized

(I’m ringing up a customer and her child.)

Me: “Hi, how are you today?”

Customer: *doesn’t answer*

Customer’s child: “HELLO!”

Me: “Hi!”

Customer’s child: HELLO!”

Me: “Hi!”

(I do this a few more times with the child while I finish ringing up the items. I turn to the customer again, thinking she didn’t hear me the first time.)

Me: “How are you today, ma’am? Your total is $xx.xx.”

Customer: *messes in her bag and ignores me*

Me: “Ma’am? Your total is $xx.xx.”

Customer: “You know why I’m not answering you? Because you were too busy talking to speak to my child!”

Me: “I did respond to her…several times, in fact.”

Customer: “You did not!”

Me: “I assure you I did. I looked right at her, and she was looking at me.”

Customer: “Well, she must not have heard you or she wouldn’t have repeated herself so many times. Next time stop chatting and do your job!”

A Question With No Good Manswers

| Toronto, Canada | Uncategorized

(I’m handing out fliers outside a women’s clothing store. A man walks up to me.)

Customer: “Hello! How are you today?”

Me: “I’m fine, thanks. Would you like a coupon to get 30 percent off all merchandise in the store?”

Customer: “Do you sell sweaters here?”

Me: “Yes, we do. Are you looking for a gift for someone?”

Customer: “No. I’m done with my Christmas shopping.”

Me: “Well, the coupon’s good until Boxing Day.”

Customer: “What sizes do you have?”

Me: “Extra small to extra large.”

Customer: “What size am I?”

Me: “Umm, I’m not sure sir. I’m not really good at guessing sizes.”

Customer: “Well, if I were to try something on, what size should I try?”

Me: “Well, this is a women’s clothing store. I’m not sure that you would fit the sizes here.”

Customer: “Are you calling me fat?!”