Unfiltered Story #344510

(Christmas Season 1999, I’m standing in a long, frustrating line on a busy day at a clothing store. The cashier, looking to be around late teens, seems to be enjoying himself.)

Cashier: *to customer he just rang out as they grab their bags and leave* “Have a happy holiday if you so choose to celebrate one, and may your Y2K problems be light!” *to next customer* “Hi, how are you?”

(He rings out that customer and they grab their bags to leave)

Cashier: “Have a happy holiday if you so choose to celebrate one, and may your Y2K problems be light!” *to next customer* “Hi, how are you?”

(He again rings out the customer and as they grab their bags to leave . . .)

Cashier: “Have a happy holiday if you so choose to celebrate one, and may your–” *customer bolts before letting him finish* “. . .” *to next customer* “Hi, how are you?”

(Every. Single. Customer. No one was amused.)

(Truth moment: I was the cashier, not a customer. I thought I was so clever, but couldn’t figure out why no one was laughing.)