Youth Is Wasted By The Old
(A very old lady, clearly hard of hearing and sight walks over to me.)
Customer: “Young man! You don’t have any Canola Harvest butter on the shelf!”
(I had stocked Canola Harvest margarine not twenty minutes earlier.)
Me: “Are you sure? I was certain we had–”
Customer: “You don’t have it. I already looked at your shelf.”
Me: “They changed the label on the tub last week. You probably don’t recognize–”
Customer: “I KNOW where it goes, young man. You don’t have it on the shelf!”
Me: “Let’s go check one more time.”
Customer: “You’re a buffoon, completely incapable! I need an adult… You should get me your manager!”
(We arrive. I pull a tub of Canola Harvest off the shelf and hold it to her.)
Me: “Here you go, ma’am. Canola Harvest.”
Customer: “That’s NOT Canola Harvest! It comes in a white container! Get me your manager!”
Me: *reading the tub* “Canola… Harvest. It’s a new label, is all.”
Customer: “Oh, I see. You must’ve changed the label on me again. *laughs* You should’ve told me it was a different color, young man!”
Me: *gun-finger-to-head*
Question of the Week
Have you ever served a bad customer who got what they deserved?