It’s Not Meant To Last 18 Hours  

, , , , , | Right | December 7, 2019

I work at a gas station. One night, as I was working an 18-hour day, a guy came in at about 6:00 pm saying he had a date and wanted some condoms and a male enhancement pill. I sold it; no big deal.

At about 2:00 am, when I was about to leave, the same guy came back asking for a refund because it was my fault he didn’t get lucky. My coworker walked away just laughing at me.

What a long day!

Bigotry Wears A Smile

, , , , | Right | December 7, 2019

(I work the cash register and bakery in a restaurant in my town. We have an older couple who comes in every Sunday and sometimes other days. We all know them by name and they are usually friendly but can get mean if something is wrong. They have been sitting and eating for about an hour. The restaurant isn’t busy, and I am standing by the registers with a coworker. I am a larger, openly gay man in my 20s, and she is a tiny girl, just graduating from high school. The wife comes up to us.)

Customer: “Hello, [Coworker] and [My Name]! I just wanted to ask you, are either of you married?”

Coworker: “No, ma’am! It is too early for that!”

Me: “Yeah, I’m only twenty and she’s only eighteen.”

Customer: “Well, I think you two would have a lot of fun with each other!” *winks at us*

(She has said this before, and I am getting annoyed, so I try to let her know I am gay.)

Me: “Oh, ma’am, I have a boyfriend.”

Customer: “Oh, really? That’s sad. Well, [My Name], come here.”

(I lean in and she whispers in my ear.)

Customer: “I just wanted to let you know that it’s not if, it’s when.”

Me: *thinking that she’s talking about gay marriage* “Oh, okay!”

Customer: “AIDS.”

Me: “What did you just say?”

Customer: “AIDS. You’re going to get it.”

(I was so appalled that I walked directly back to the general manager and let her know about the situation. She immediately walked up to the front and let the customers know that they are not welcome in our cafe ever again.)

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Going To Leave You To Think About That

, , , , , | Working | December 7, 2019

(The office I work in has five full-time employees and one part-time employee. We work from 8:00 am to 4:30 pm, but the part-time position is from 10:00 am to 2:30 pm. When I work part-time, I notice my coworkers get happy when I come in and really happy when I leave. One day, this happens:)

Me: “All right, everyone, see you tomorrow!”

Coworker #1: “Oh, [My Name], I love it when you leave!”

Me: “Uh…”

Coworker #2: “No! Not like that!”

Coworker #1: “What?”

Me: *jokingly* “You love it when I leave? Gee, thanks!”

Coworker #1: “Oh! No, I mean I love it when you leave because it means we only have two hours left!”

Me: “Oh, okay, I get it!”

Coworker #2: “Yeah, we love you, but we also love it being close to going home.”

(I’ve been full-time for almost five years now. My lunch break ends when the part-timer leaves for the day, and now I completely get it!)

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A Customer From Page 666

, , , , | Right | December 7, 2019

(I work at a retail catalogue store. Customers can flip through a catalogue of items at the front of the store before coming to the tills to make their purchase.)

Me: “Hi, how can I—”

Customer: *interrupting* “Kettle.”

Me: “Okay, kettles start on page 466.”

Customer: “I want a kettle.”

Me: “Yes, you can find the kettle pages starting at page 466.”

Customer: “Just sell me a g**d*** kettle!”

Me: “Sir, you need to browse the catalogue to find the item you need before you come to make a purchase.”

Customer: “I did! It’s a white kettle!”

Me: “Did you happen to note down the catalogue number?”

Customer: “No! It’s a white kettle!”

(This went on for a good while until I had to leave my till, walk over to the catalogue terminals with the customer, and have it pointed out. He left grumbling about incompetent staff.)

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Found A Sweet Solution

, , , , | Working | December 7, 2019

(I work at a chocolate shop over the summer to help pay for college. I started last summer, when I took over from my roommate who was the manager. I’ve been managing on my own for about three days when a five-gallon bucket full of leak-water crashes through the ceiling, nearly flattens a customer, and leaves a giant hole in our ceiling. Since the store owner doesn’t speak English very well, especially over the phone, I am the one to make all the calls and get the repair estimates. The following takes place about two days after what I’ve come to call the “Bucket F***et.”)

Me: *walks into the store to find the owner up on a ladder, gluing a piece of paper over the hole* “Hey, [Owner]!”

Owner: “[My Name]! Look! Look at this!” *excitedly waves a small jar of glue at me*

Me: “Look at what?”

Owner: “This! This! I am clever! Smart! Look at this!”

(I inspect the jar. Our store makes caramel apples, and we make the caramel from scratch. We’re supposed to use a set recipe from our corporate office, but the owner loves to experiment, with unfortunate results. This past week, he has produced a batch of caramel that is so tough and sticky, it is literally impossible to eat. Sure enough, what I thought was glue or rubber cement is actually some of that super-sticky caramel! I stare from the jar to the square of white paper covering the hole in our ceiling.)

Me: “[Owner], did you just use caramel to glue that to the ceiling?”

Owner: “Yes! Yes! I am clever. Tricky!” *immensely pleased with himself*

Me: “Um. Are you sure that’s a good idea?”

Owner: “Yes! Yes! Is good!”

(I tried in vain to convince him to take down the caramelly paper. It stayed there for a good two weeks before he finally installed a light over the hole. To this day, he doesn’t understand how bad of a decision that was, or how many health code violations he made, and remains immensely proud of his “glue”!)

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