The Costumer Is Always Right
(It’s a few days before Halloween, and I’m a customer waiting for my sister to pick out a Halloween costume at a popular party store. An elderly customer approaches me. Note: I am a goth, but also a Christian.)
Customer: “Do you know where the boy’s birthday decorations are?”
Me: “I’m sorry, I don’t work here. I wouldn’t know.”
Customer: “But you’re with the store. You’re in a costume.”
(I look around at the other employees, all of which are wearing bright green vests, name tags, and silly hats. Then, I realize she is referring to my black jacket and large black boots.)
Me: “I’m sorry, I really don’t work here. These are my normal clothes. I’m a goth; I’m not in costume.”
Customer: *visibly afraid* “Don’t put a curse on me! I know your type! You do that voodoo, and you hate Jesus!” *runs out of the store*
Me: *speechless*
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