I’ve worked in retail for almost five years now — I was seventeen when I started working, and I’m almost twenty-two — so I have a lot of stories. This one is rather recent. I got trained behind the customer service desk in a big company in the UK. We sell lottery tickets: Lotto, EuroMillions, Thunderball, Set For Life, etc. Lotto is only on Wednesdays and Saturdays.
This woman came in on a Thursday and asked for a Lotto ticket.
Me: “Do you want it for Saturday?”
Customer: “No, I want it for tonight.”
Me: “Lotto isn’t done on Thursday; Thursday is Thunderball, Set For Life, or the Health Board Lottery.”
She legitimately went from nice to angry in a second, like I’d flipped a switch.
Customer: “No, I always buy the Lotto on a Thursday!”
Me: “You can buy the Lotto for Thursday but the draw is on Wednesday or Saturday.”
Customer: “No! It is tonight!”
Me: “I’m very sorry, ma’am, but I have the machine in front of me which tells me what games are going on which days. Tonight is Set For Life, Thunderball, or the Health Board Lottery”
Customer: *Yelling* “No, it isn’t! Tonight is Lotto; give me a Lotto!”
Me: “I can print off a Lotto, but this will be for Saturday. Once it is printed, you will need to pay for it. Is this okay?”
Customer: “No, Lotto is on a f****** Thursday! I buy this every week!”
I had NEVER seen this woman before.
Me: *Defeated* “Okay, I’m going to print you off a Lotto.”
And I printed off a Lotto ticket — like she’d asked. She read the ticket and hit the roof when she saw that it said “SATURDAY” on it. She slammed it on the table and cursed at me.
Customer: “I f****** said Thursday!”
Me: “Okay, ma’am, what colour is the ticket you’re after?”
Lotto is red, Thunderball is purple, EuroMillions is yellow, etc.
Customer: “It’s purple like it’s always f****** been!”
Me: “I’m sorry, ma’am, the Thunderball is purple, but Thunderball is on a Thursday. Is that the one you’re after, maybe?”
Customer: “Why are you lying? Lotto is purple!”
Me: “I’m not lying. Thunderball is purple. Lotto is red.”
Customer: “Lotto is not f****** red! Will you get me someone who knows what they’re doing?”
At that point, I called down my manager, who is a gem; he loves me, we’re amazing friends, and we get along really well. I explained to him what was happening.
Manager: “I’m sorry, miss, my colleague is right. Lotto is on a Wednesday and Saturday and is indeed red.”
The woman looked homicidal.
Me: *Still trying to help* “Okay, ma’am, why don’t you go down to the lottery station down there, pick out the paper slip you want, and choose your numbers? Then I can put it through and give you your ticket.”
Customer: “No, I want you to do your job and put my numbers in!”
She then told me her numbers. Five. Five numbers. Lotto has SIX numbers. Wanna know which lottery has five numbers? THUNDERBALL. I explained this to her, and she threw her hands up in dismay.
Customer: “Fine, f****** print me off a Thunderball.”
I did. With her numbers. Silence. I saw the colour drain from this woman’s face. She looked sheepish.
Me: *Nicely* “Did I help you find what you’re looking for?”
My manager was trying to hold back his laughter. The woman looked mad, but she couldn’t say jack to me.
Customer: “Yes, thank you.”
She grumbled, paid, and left.
Biggest yikes I’ve had in a while.