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    Lack of Register Does Not Register, Part 4

    | TX, USA | At The Checkout, Crazy Requests, Religion

    Customer: *at my closed register* “Can you check me out?”

    Me: “I’m sorry, ma’am. I’m closing this register. The next register is open, and my associate can check you out.”

    Customer: *sighs* “Her line is too long. I need you to do it. I’m in a hurry.”

    Me: “I can’t. As soon as I opened this register to count the till, it’s officially closed. I can’t do anything about it. You’ll have to go to the next register.”

    Customer: *glares at me and leaves her full buggy in front of me* “I’m going to pray against you tonight.”

    Coworker: “I bet she will, too.”

    Related:
    Lack of Register Does Not Register, Part 3
    Lack of Register Does Not Register, Part 2
    Lack of Register Does Not Register

    First Day Back And Already Pooped

    | USA | Bad Behavior, Health & Body

    (A customer runs in.)

    Customer: *breathlessly* “Where’s your bathroom?”

    Me: “Down the hall to the right.”

    Customer: *runs off*

    (I see him a few minutes later, walking back.)

    Customer: “Thanks… Uh, could you tell the person who cleans the bathrooms that I’m sorry?”

    Me: *confused* “That you’re sorry?”

    Customer: “Yes I tried to hold it in but… I didn’t make it in time.” *leaves*

    (I go to the men’s bathroom and take a peek. Feces are everywhere, on the walls, on the floor, on the mirror. It looks like an explosion. I close the door. Sometime later the bathroom cleaner walks in.)

    Bathroom Cleaner: “Hey, [My Name]. Good afternoon.”

    Me: “Hey. Oh, before you go—”

    (Too late, she’s already opened the door to the men’s.)

    Bathroom Cleaner: “WHAT THE H*** HAPPENED HERE?”

    Me: “Er, well…” *explains*

    Bathroom Cleaner: “Geez! I just got back from vacation, to feces on the wall!”

    Needs To Clean Up Her Act

    | AK, USA | Bad Behavior, Family & Kids, Liars & Scammers, Top

    (A girl of about 12 starts to examine a table of pajamas that I had just folded a few minutes ago. At first I’m afraid that she’ll make a mess of everything but she does her best at folding the stuff that she unfolded. Soon her friend comes and looks at the pajamas. However, unlike the other girl, she doesn’t fold the stuff again and just throws the stuff she looks at back on the table.)

    Girl #1: “I, um, think the employees would like it if you folded the stuff instead of, um, setting it back unfolded.”

    Girl #2: “It’s their job. They get paid to do it so it’s not my problem.”

    Girl #1: *nervously* “Oh, er, but—”

    Girl #2: “Drop it! It’s their job. They should be thankful I’m leaving these unfolded! It gives them a job so they can earn money!”

    ([Girl #2] proceeds to take a stack of pajamas and throw them onto the table, causing many to fall. I’m about to interject when [Girl #1] speaks.)

    Girl #1: “So? Let’s say you have to clean the living room everyday, and your parents pay you for it.”

    Girl #2: “But—”

    Girl #1: “Shut up and listen! Let’s say you got it SPOTLESS and perfectly clean. And then your brother and his friend play video games for hours in there, spilling their snacks and leaving empty soda cans and wrappers everywhere. You don’t get paid extra to clean up that mess! And it would make you upset that you have to redo all that work! That’s what the employees probably feel like!”

    Girl #2: “Whatever, b****.”

    ([Girl #2] leaves. [Girl #1] one proceeds to start cleaning up the mess.)

    Me: “Don’t worry. I’ve got it. Thanks, though.”

    Girl #1: “Sorry about her. She’s a jerk.”

    Me: “It’s not a problem. I’ve had to pick up messes that are worse than this many times before.”

    (Later, I see [Girl #2] talking to her dad.)

    Girl #2: “And then she called me a b**** and walked off.”

    Dad: “Really? That’s odd for her behavior. I should have known better than to let you guys shop alone.”

    (Just then [Girl #1] walks up.)

    Girl #1: “My mom will be here to pick me up, so you don’t need to give me a ride home Mr. [Last Name].”

    Dad: “Is it true you called [Girl #2] a rude name?”

    Girl #1: “What? No!”

    Girl #2: *in fake tears* “Yeah. She, she yelled yelled at me, and called me rude names besides b****!”

    Dad: “Stop saying that. Now, [Girl #1], I’m telling your mom and we’ll discuss this later.”

    Girl #1: “But, I didn’t…”

    ([Girl #2] is smirking at [Girl #1] between her fake sobs. I step in.)

    Me: “Sir, I actually witnessed the event.”

    (As I explain the event to the dad, [Girl #1], who is on the verge of tears because of how upset she is, starts to feel better now that she has someone backing her up. [Girl #2] stops faking her tears and stops smirking.)

    Dad: “Thanks.” *turns to [Girl #1]* “I’m terribly sorry.” *turns to [Girl #2]* “What’s gotten into you? You’re in deep trouble now!”

    (I had to go, but I was happy to know that the younger girl didn’t get in trouble!)

    His Psychotic Two Cents

    | MI, USA | At The Checkout, Bizarre, Money

    (Two customers—who seems to be friends—are checking out a few small items. Customer #1 has already paid and is waiting while Customer #2 pays.)

    Cashier: “That’ll be $11.97.”

    Customer #1: “Ooh, you get pennies!”

    Customer #2: “Oh, I love pennies!” *suddenly very serious and angry* “Unless they’re Canadian! God help him if he gives me Canadian!”

    (Customer #2 is cheerful again, smiles at cashier as he gives her the three pennies.)

    Cashier: *nervously* “Have a nice day…?”

    Customer #2: *cheerful* “You too!”

    A Mother Goes Out Of Her Way To Get In The Way

    | FL, USA | Bad Behavior, Family & Kids, Top

    (I’m about seven years old, shopping with my mom at the grocery store. My mother had stopped to look at something, and I am looking at a display in the center of the aisle. Out of nowhere, a very large old customer nearly rams her cart in to me.)

    Old Customer: “You better move out of my way, ’cause I ain’t movin’ for you.”

    Me: *terrified* “I’m sorry!”

    (I quickly run to my mom.)

    Me: “Mommy, I didn’t mean to! I moved as quickly as I could.”

    Mom: “You didn’t do anything wrong, but next time someone acts like that; don’t move. You tell them to ask politely.”

    Me: “Yes, ma’am.”

    (We finish our shopping, and then my mother takes off nearly in a run. She comes to a stop in front of a shopping cart. I see the rude customer.)

    Mom: “You better move out of my way, ’cause I ain’t movin’ for you.”

    Old Customer: “Excuse me?”

    Mom: “You heard me! How dare you act like that in public! How does it make you feel to talk to a seven-year-old that way?”

    Old Customer: “But he—”

    Mom: “If I ever see you treat my son like that again, you will have to answer to me. I bet you’re probably old and alone, if you’re that rude!”

    Old Customer: *walks away in a huff*


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