Try Dispensing A Little Information?

, , | Healthy | January 18, 2020

Me: “Can I help you find something in particular?”

Customer: “I’m looking for a box of medicine.”

Me: “Okay, is it for you?”

Customer: “No, my friend.”

Me: “What was it for?”

Customer: “I don’t know.”

Me: “Do you know what it looks like?”

Customer: “I don’t know.”

Me: “What do you use it for?”

Customer: “Err, I don’t know.”

Me: “Is it for stomachache, headache?” *pointing to these areas*

Customer: “I don’t know.”

(I pause to try and think of some way to help.)

Customer: “Can I go in there?” *points to the dispensary*

Me: “No.”

Customer: “Oh. I’ll ring my friend.”

(She went outside to ring her friend but she never returned! I never got to find out what box of medicine she wanted!)

Customers Are Not Moved By Employees’ Plights

, , , | Right | January 17, 2020

(I work as a grocery clerk for a supermarket near Seattle. I am walking down an aisle while pushing several shopping carts back up to the front of the store. There is an elderly woman standing in the middle of the aisle with her own cart, and there isn’t enough room for me to squeeze past her unless she moves forward three feet, to a wider spot in the aisle.)

Me: “Hi. Would it be possible for you to move your cart a little bit, so that I can fit by? Just to the wide spot would be awesome.”

(The customer stares at me for a moment, frowns, and steps into the wide spot with her cart.)

Me: *smiling* “Oh, thank you! That’s perfect!”

(I start to walk by her with the carts, but before I am completely past her, she speaks.)

Customer: “I think you should move for the customer.”

Me: *startled* “Huh?”

Customer: “I’m the customer. You should move for me. Not the other way around. I shouldn’t have to move for you.”

Me: *turns to look at her* “But I couldn’t go around you if you didn’t move your cart.”

Customer: “Exactly. You should have gone down a different aisle as soon as you saw me! It was extremely rude of you to come down here, and you need to learn some manners!” *glares*

Me: “Sorry?”

Customer: “Hmph! So rude!” *turns away*

(Perplexed, I hurried up front to the cash registers, where I described the incident to one of the cashiers. About then, the customer appeared at the checkstand, still glowering at me. Fortunately, my shift was over, so I walked away and punched out without having to serve her.)

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A Celiac Maniac

, , , | Right | January 17, 2020

(I am working as a waitress in a restaurant and this couple comes in for dinner. They sit down at the table and I take their order and send it to the kitchen. A few moments later, the lady calls me over.)

Customer: “Sorry I forgot to tell you I’m celiac.” *allergic to gluten* “Could you please check that my order is okay?”

Me: “Yeah, of course. Your main meal actually is celiac already, but I’ll just inform the kitchen so they know.”

(I go and let the kitchen and my manager who is running the pass know, and everything is fine. About two minutes later, my manager calls me into the kitchen really confused because my celiac table has ordered a Cobb Loaf — a very much full of gluten bread loaf. Thinking maybe they didn’t realise it was bread, I go and check with the table.)

Me: “Hey, guys, I just noticed you’ve ordered a Cobb Loaf, which is a bread loaf and contains gluten. Did you still want to order it?”

Customer: “Oh, no, that’s okay; we’ll risk it.”

(The customer then proceeded to eat half of the bread completely unfazed and I’m so confused.)

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Try The New Impossible Water!

, , | Right | January 17, 2020

(I am working in a restaurant as the pass coordinator and when the night gets quiet, my runners go home and I run the food myself. I have just run three massive plates of marinated ribs out to a booth and I’m carrying three finger bowls to the table.)

Customer: “I’m sorry, but is your water suitable for vegans?”

Me: *looks at the table which has three massive plates of ribs and every single other person has a steak* “Yeah?”

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She’s Not Exactly A Hot Slice  

, , , , | Right | January 17, 2020

While road-tripping, we stop at an Italian restaurant. My husband and I decide to split a pizza. The menu doesn’t give the dimensions of the pizzas, just small, medium, and large. We ask our server what size she would recommend for two people, the small or the medium.

After thinking a bit, she says, “Well, they both have six slices!” We think she’s joking, but she’s not. Eventually, she ends up showing us the approximate sizes with her hands.

We get the medium. It does indeed have six slices.

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