Because All White People Come From New Zealand
(I work in a store that is predominantly staffed by foreigners, but I am Caucasian. A customer approaches my till.)
Customer: “Hi, there.”
Me: “Good evening.”
(I start scanning the woman’s sizable cartload of groceries.)
Customer: “I’m so glad to see a white person behind the till for once!”
Me: “Excuse me?”
Customer: “Well, I am so sick of dealing with all these foreigners every time I want to buy some groceries! I’ll be sure to come back here when you are working in future!”
Me: “Uh, ma’am? You may leave now. I will not serve someone as incredibly rude and racist as you.”
Customer: “What do you mean, you won’t serve me?!”
Me: “Exactly what I said. Leave now. You will not receive service here, from me or anyone else.”
Customer: “How dare you?! I demand to speak to your manager at once!”
Me: “Certainly, ma’am. Let me call him over for you.”
(I call the manager on duty over to my register. The manager in question is a Chinese immigrant.)
Manager: *in a thick Chinese accent* “What’s the problem?”
(The customer’s face turned paper white, and she virtually ran from the store, leaving all her groceries behind. My manager turned to look at me, but it took ten minutes for him to get an explanation because I was laughing so hard.)
Question of the Week
Have you ever served a bad customer who got what they deserved?
