So Much For A Discount

| Boston, MA, USA |

Me: “Hi, is there anything I can help you find today?”

Male Customer: “Well, yeah, I’m trying to get something for my wife. It’s her birthday.”

(He finally decides on a sweater.)

Me: “Okay, now what size would you say your wife is?”

Male Customer: “Um, well, she’s kind of small… maybe about your size. What size are you?”

Me: “Well, I’m a small, so if she’s a similar height and build–”

Male Customer: “She’s about the same size, I guess… except thinner and with bigger boobs.”

Me: “…”

If That Doesn’t Work, Try Hogwarts

, | Manchester, UK |

Customer: “Oi you! I need a coat and it’s not here!”

Me: “Certainly miss, do you have the catalogue number?”

Customer: “No! I’ve told you it’s not here!”

Me: “Okay, describe it.”

Customer: “I want one that will keep me dry and warm in winter, but cool in summer.”

Me: “Sorry, we don’t stock magic coats.”

Customer: “Well, where could I f***ing find one like it?!”

Me: “… Narnia?”

How Nicknames Are Born, Part 2

| Berkshire County, MA, USA |

Customer: “Hey, can you tell me where the rope is? I’ve been looking all over for it, but can’t seem to find it.”

Me: “Oh, yeah it’s just over this way.”

(I lead him to the hardware aisle, and halfway down there’s a big sign that says “Ropes” with a picture of a rope on it.)

Me: “Right down there.¬†There’s actually a sign there that says ‘Ropes’.”

Customer: “You’re f***ing douche bag, you know that?!”

Me: *laughs, thinking he’s joking*

Customer: “That was intentional, and I WILL talk to your manager!”

Me: “I apologize–”

Customer: “Anytime you wanna come to my house, you just lemme know, Dingleballs!”

(And from that day forward, my nickname at work was “Dingleballs”.)

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How Nicknames Are Born

So That’s What Those Other Buttons Are For

| Costa Mesa, CA, USA |

Me: “Thank you for calling, how can I help?”

Caller: “Is there a Kristie there?”

Me: “We have a Kristie, but is she an older woman or younger woman?”

Caller: “Older. She’s like a manager.”

Me: “Oh… well, then you need to call the Newport Beach store. She’s at that one.”

Caller: “Oh! Okay, what’s their number?”

Me: *gives number*

Caller: “Okay… now, can you transfer me?”

Me: “Um… no, we don’t do that. We’re not a call center.”

Caller: “Okay, so how do I call them?”

Me: “… You dial the number I just gave you.”

Caller: “But how do I do that?”

Me: “You dial 1, then the numbers I gave you.”

Caller: “Is that it?”

Me: “Can I ask how you dialed this store?”

Caller: “I dialed 411!”

Me: “Have you been 411-ing your entire life with the phone?”

Caller: “Of course. How else do you dial other people?!”

Me: “Uhh… well, then you’re all set. Thanks and have a good day.”

So Much For Being Patriotic

| Adelaide, Australia |

Customer: “I’m looking for a clock radio.”

Me: “Certainly. Our clock radios are over on these shelves here. Is there any particular style or brand you’re looking for?”

Customer: “This one looks alright. It’s made here, isn’t it?”

Me: “Actually, ma’am, I believe that one is manufactured in China.”

Customer: “S***, you’re kidding! Well, what about this one?”

Me: “That’s also a [electronics brand], ma’am; that’s also made in China.”

Customer: “S***, I DON’T WANT ANY BLOODY CHINESE S***. SHOW ME ONE THAT ISN’T CHINESE!”

Me: “Well, this particular model over here is a [another reputable electronics brand], with all of the same functions.”

Customer: “Not from China?”

Me: “No, this one’s made in Japan.”

Customer: “S***, I TOLD YOU I DON’T WANT ANY F****** CHINESE GARBAGE! *points to first radio* “Just give me that one there.”

Me: “Uh… ma’am, that one is made in China, and the last one wasn’t…”

Customer: “DO YOU THINK I GIVE A S***?!”

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