Unfiltered Story #195850

, , , | Unfiltered | June 4, 2020

(A middle-aged woman walks in with a scowl on her face and marches up to the counter.)

Me: Hello, how are you?

Her: (very rudely) They called and said the candles I ordered came in today.

Me: Hmm, I haven’t received any shipments today. Do you know who called you? What kind of candles are they?

Her: Beeswax candles. They called and said they’re here.

Me: Oh, we don’t sell beeswax candles. You must have us confused with one of the other shops on this street.

Her: (exasperated sigh) No, it’s this store.

Me: I’m very sorry, but I’m the owner, I definitely don’t sell beeswax candles, and I haven’t received any orders for candles this week. In fact, I don’t have any orders placed for the candles I do sell. I’m the only one who has been here today and I didn’t call you. Are you sure it’s not the shop right across the street?

Her: Oh my God, NO, it’s THIS store!

Me: Again, I’m very sorry. I really don’t know what else to tell you, but there’s no way you ordered beeswax candles from us. It must be another store. What about [name of store]? They’re at the end of the block.

Her: (throwing her hands up in the air in disgust) “UGH!”

(She walked out in a huff and I never saw her again. I have always wondered if she figured out which store she ordered the candles from. If she did, she certainly didn’t have the decency to come back and apologize to me for being so rude. Alternatively, was there really an order placed? Did she dream it all? Was she completely delusional? It continues to mystify me ten years later.)