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The Couponator 31: Saved By The Next Generation

, , , , | Right | December 8, 2021

A customer and her teenage son are checking out.

Me: “I’m sorry, ma’am, this coupon has expired.”

Customer: “No, put it through!”

Me: “I’m afraid the system won’t let me put through an expired coupon.”

She holds up the line because her expired coupon won’t take 25 cents off her order.

Customer: *Demanding.* “Get me your manager!”

Her son rolls his eyes and says:

Customer’s Son: “Mom, I’ll give you the 25 cents, let’s go.”

After that she finally left, thanks to her son!

Related:
The Couponator 30: Managerial Override
The Couponator 29: A Cents-less Tragedy
The Couponator 28: Panic Attack!
The Couponator 27: Red Friday
The Couponator 26: Father’s Day

They Need To Renovate Their Expectations

, , , , , | Right | December 8, 2021

I renovate furniture as a hobby. Most of the time, I intend to use it for my house, but sometimes it doesn’t turn out as I expect or, more often, it takes me so long to finish, I no longer need it.

I have had some good luck selling furniture. I get what I spent on it and sometimes a little more. As I say, it’s a hobby, so I’m not making massive amounts.

I find a table being sold for cheap. I message the woman selling it and pick it up. I rub it down and start the repairs. I have it sat to one side ready for painting when I get a message from the same woman.

Woman: “I need the table back; my sister wants it now.”

Me: “I’m sorry, I’ve begun repairing it and it won’t look very good without a paint.”

Woman: “Well, how long will that take?”

Red flags appear, but she may have seen the renovated furniture I sell online.

Me: “A week or so, but I’ve not decided if I want to sell it yet.”

Woman: “I will message you in a week.”

A week goes by, the table is finished, and I am pretty happy with my handiwork. I’m not sure what to do with it yet, but if I could get a good price, I would part with it. Exactly a week to the day, the woman messages me again.

Woman: “Have you finished my table yet?”

Me: “I have finished the table you sold me, and I think I might be okay with selling it for the right price.”

I attach photos.

Woman: “I will pay you [the same I paid her].”

Me: “Sorry, but no. It cost me money to repair and paint it. If you want it, you will have to give me a fair price.”

Woman: “But it’s my table!”

Me: “I’ve decided not to sell. Thank you for your interest, but we have nothing more to discuss.”

I closed the conversation and listed the table for a reasonable price. I got many, many messages from her, from bargaining to threats, but none wanting to pay me what I’m worth.

I sold the table the very next day to another very happy woman. I decide to take a bit of a break in renovation, but I hope to get back to it soon.

Have Faith That I Will Live Up To My Promises

, , , , , | Right | December 7, 2021

My name is Faith and I am a cashier. I actually have to change my name on my name tag to my nickname due to a couple of customers.

One lady constantly brings me religious pamphlets, but worse is one man who came up to the till and held up my line by praying over me. He then tries to grab my hands!

Me: “If you touch me, I will see you in Hell.”

He didn’t like my response!

Aisle Stay Right Here

, , | Right | December 5, 2021

I’m working as a cashier. A man walks in and comes up to me:

Customer: “I’m looking for [snack mix].”

Me: “That’s on aisle seven.”

I then go back to the customer at my till, but this guy stays put.

Me: “Were you looking for anything else, sir?”

Customer: “I have to get it myself?!”

Me: “Um, yes.”

This is a low-level grocery store. I don’t know of any grocery store where you go in, state what you want, and someone will collect it for you.

Customer: “What do I have to do for someone to do it for me?”

Me: *Plainly.* “Get a personal shopper.”

After that I ignored him, and he left.

It’s Just Not App-enning

, , , | Right | December 5, 2021

I work for a telecommunications retailer where every man and his dog assume that every technical issue that happens to be on a mobile device is our problem, even from third-party apps. A lady has approached me and is kicking off about an app.

Customer: “I don’t like the look of this app in the app store!”

Me: *Even though it has nothing to do with us.* “What app is that, ma’am?”

She tries describing the look of the app but is getting mad as I don’t know what it is.

Me: “What does the app do? That might narrow it down?”

Customer: “I don’t know, but you people would know.”

Me: “If you don’t know what it does and can only describe it, I don’t know what that is.”

Customer: *Getting real spicy.* “You do know, you just don’t want to help me.”

Me: “Excuse me?!”

Customer: “Well it’s true!”

She eyeballs me when she pushes her trolley past the store an hour later.