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Category: Bizarre

For whatever reason, some Customers are just plain odd. And the service industry unleashes them on to unsuspecting clerks with often hilarious results. If you like your customers just plain bizarre, then read on!

Just Called To Say I Called

| NJ, USA | Bizarre, Theme Of The Month

(My coworker has been on the phone for about five minutes before handing it to me.)

Coworker: *on the phone* “Can you hold on just one second?” *to me* “Hey, can you deal with this?”

Me: “Hi, this is [My Name]. How can I help you?”

Customer: “Hello!”

Me: “…hello.”

Customer: “How are you doing?”

Me: “I’m doing well. How are you?”

Customer: “Good, thanks for asking. So what are you up to?”

Me: “You know, just working.”

Customer: “Good, good.”

Me: “Yeah, it’s kind of busy right now, so I better get back to it.”

Customer: “Oh, don’t let me keep you. Have a good day!”

Me: “Thanks, you too.”

Coworker: “So was it just me or was that weird?”

Me: “No, no, that was very weird.”

Doesn’t Prank Very Highly With Him

| GA, USA | Bad Behavior, Bizarre, Rude & Risque, Theme Of The Month

(I am working the graveyard security shift when the phone rings.)

Me: “[Company] guard shack. This is [My Name].”

Caller: “Hey, I just wanted to make sure your refrigerator was running.”

Me: “Already caught it running down Oregon Road. Is there something I can help you with?”

(He apparently places his hand badly over the speaker because I can still hear him.)

Caller: *to someone else* “Dude, it didn’t work. Got another?”

Other Person: “Try the Prince Albert one!”

Me: “I’ll stop you two right there; I’ve got Prince Albert in a can, Queen Elizabeth in a box, and the Duke of Earl in a bar with Tom, Dick, and Harry. Unless you have actual business with me, you can just hang up now before I trace this call and put your a** in the grass.”

(*click*)

The Paint Is In Aisle Five; Prepare To Die

| TX, USA | Bizarre, Family & Kids, Movies & TV

(My 20-year-old son goes to a craft store with me. He has long hair, pulled back in a ponytail, slightly ratty jeans, and an oversized t-shirt with a small name-tag which says ‘hello my name is Inigo Montoya.’)

Random Customer: *approaches my son* “Where are the buttons?”

(My son turns at looks at me, with a ‘help me’ expression. I walk over.)

Me: “The buttons are over that way.”

(My son and I look at each other and laugh. We then go to a second craft store.)

Other Random Customer: *approaches my son* “Where is the paint?”

(Again I was able to point the woman in the right direction. My son vowed never again to shop while wearing that shirt.)