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    F*** The Benefits, We Want Combat Pay

    | New Zealand |

    (So we have this awful woman who regularly shops at our store. One day we were extremely busy and a coworker of mine was struggling to fit shoes for three children.)

    Mean lady: “Bring me this size!”

    Coworker: *disappears out back for a few seconds* “I’m sorry ma’am, but it appears we’ve sold our last pair.”

    Mean lady: *throws shoe box at co workers head, hitting her squarely in the forehead*

    Coworker: “Ouch…”

    Mean Lady: “I hate you!”

    Mmmm, Cherry-Flavored Maxi Pads

    | South Australia |

    (Around Easter, stacking poorly transported eggs and bunnies onto a shelf. A young girl, around 16, approaches me.)

    Customer: “Can you tell me where the confectionery is?”

    (I am slightly bemused, as we are standing next to the confectionery aisle.)

    Me: “Yes, it is just there.”

    (She looks, and furrows he brow.)

    Customer: “No. Confectionery.”

    Me: *pointing again* “Yes, there.”

    (She looks even more angry now.)

    Customer: “No. The c o n f e c t i o n e r y!”

    Me: “Yes…there.”

    Customer: “Nooo. The confectionery, like tampons and stuff!”

    Pyromaniac In Aisle 11

    , | Orange County, FL, USA |

    Customer: “What the f**k, you shortchanged me!”

    Me: “Ma’am, I gave you the exact amount of change that is on the receipt.”


    Me: “I’m sorry, ma’am. I will go get a manager for you right away.”


    (At this point the customer began to storm down the aisles. She lit a cigarette and began setting merchandise on fire. Afterwards she ran from the store because she realized that she had in fact had gotten the right amount of change!)

    This Job May Involve Occasional Groping

    | Atlanta, GA, USA |

    (A VERY high customer approaches me.)

    Customer: “I NEED A WATCH!”

    Me: “Alright…did you have anything in mind?”

    Customer: “Not too expensive, with a leather band, and it has to match theeeessseee.” *points to his brown leather bracelets*

    Me: “Okay, what about something like this?” *holds up watch*

    Customer: “NO THIS ONE!”

    (He points to a VERY expensive watch with a black metal band that meets NONE of his above mentioned requirements.)

    Me: “Well, that watch is rather expensive…”

    Customer: “NOT TOO EXPENSIVE!”

    Me: “Okaaay…what about these?” *points to customizable watches*

    Customer: “I like those two! I like them because they’re round.” *one of the watch faces is, in fact, square*

    Me: “…”

    (Customer now attempts to answer his ringing phone, accidentally drops it, and while attempting to pick it up, falls onto my male boss. He groggily apologizes, then staggers out of the store to take the call, leaving behind his purchase from another store.)

    Boss: “Is that guy high?”

    Me: “As a kite.”

    Boss: “Oh, okay. Because he just groped me.”

    Me: *dies laughing*

    (Customer now returns, accompanied by a friend. Customer continues to be stupid, while friend tries to shoplift. After all this has gone on, customer and friend go to talk to Boss.)

    Them: “So are you guys hiring?”

    Boss: “Am I hiring druggies or shoplifters? NO.”

    All [Retail Slaves] Look Same

    , | Washington, USA |

    (I fix registers and self-checkout equipment at said store. I wear a badge, it states which company I work for and has a picture of me on it. It looks nothing like the name badges the store uses but everyone asks me if I work there or if I can help them. I always answer politely that I don’t and point them in the direction of someone who does. But this time…)

    Me: *walking to back of store to fiddle with a printer that was acting up*

    Lady: “Can you help us with picking a TV?”

    Me: *Looks around* “Me?”

    Lady’s Boyfriend: “Yes you, we need some help here.”

    Me: “I’m sorry, but I don’t work here.”

    Lady: “Look, I just want to know about some of the features.”

    Me: *dumbfounded* “Like I said, I don’t work here.”

    Lady’s Boyfriend: “Un-f***ing-believable…I guess this is what minimum wage pays for these days.”

    Me: *snorts and starts to walk away*

    Lady: “Well who the f*** is supposed to help us now?”

    Me: “Maybe you should try asking someone with ***-**** written on their name tag, I’m sure they’d be glad to help you out seeing as they WORK here.”

    Lady’s Boyfriend: “This is shoddy customer service! We want to speak to your manager right now!”

    Me: *shakes head and walks off*

    Lady & Boyfriend: *insert string of obscenities here*

    (I saw them 10 minutes later as I was leaving the store, they were complaining to a department manager. I’m sure they were trying to describe me because he had a very confused look on his face. Poor guy.)

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