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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!

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Will Get The Occasional Hack

| Scranton, PA, USA | Bizarre, Crazy Requests, Technology

Me: “Thank you for calling [Company]. How can I help you?”

Customer: “Ya, my a**-hole neighbor hacked into your cable and is watching me!”

Me: “Excuse me, sir? Did you say he hacked our cable and is watching you?”

Customer: “Ya, that’s right! I heard him over there telling all his friends he hacked my cable box and can see me. I want you to put a block on him!”

Me: “I’m so sorry, sir, but I can assure you that’s not possible.”

Customer: “Yes, it is! I saw it on the news last week!”

Me: “Is it possible he knew you were listening and he is messing with you?”

Customer: “NO! You know it can happen and it happened to me! Are you stupid? I’m being watched and you don’t even care. They hacked into my cable box and they are watching me through the green light on the box. Shut his service off NOW!”

Me: “Sir, If you feel your life is in danger or you’re being talked about maybe you should call the police.”

Customer: “Ya, I’ll call the police now. I’m also going to report your company and they are going to shut you down!”

Me: “Is there anything I can help you with, sir?”

Customer: “NO!” *hangs up*

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Obituary Required For Common Sense

| Perth, WA, Australia | Bizarre, Crazy Requests, Popular

(I work in online death notices. As we’re based in Australia, it’s worth noting from the outset that the caller had a Canadian accent.)

Caller: “Yeah, hi. I’m listed on your site, but I’m not dead.”

Me: “Oh no! Let me check this out for you. What name was it?”

Caller: “[Name].”

Me: “Yes, I see the listing. Just let me check something.”

(We do sometimes get incorrect notices for people who are alive, mostly imported from old archive records.)

Me: “This is strange; the listing was posted yesterday from [Funeral Home].”

Caller: “Well, it needs to come down.”

Me: “Where are you calling from, by the way?”

Caller: “[City] in Canada.”

Me: “Okay, well, this listing is for a [Name] from [Suburb of Sydney], so it’s not you.”

Caller: “But it’s my name!”

Me: “Yes, but this person had the same name.”

Caller: “People are going to Google me and think I’m dead. I’m applying for jobs, and I’m not going to get hired if people think I’m dead.”

Me: “I’m afraid I can’t remove the listing as the family of the deceased has requested it be online.”

Caller: “Can you change the name on the listing?”

Me: “No, if I did that the people who were looking for this person’s listing would not be able to find it.”

Caller: “I need a contact number for a family member for this guy. He must have had a nickname or something they can use.”

Me: “I’m sorry; I can’t give you that information. There’s nothing I can really do for you here. I’m sure any potential employer will understand you’re not dead.”

Caller: “I just don’t understand why my name is even there.”

Me: “It’s very rare for a name to be completely unique. If you keep Googling you’ll probably find a lot of people with your name.”

Caller: “Well, make it stop!”

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28 Comments Later

| New Orleans, LA, USA | Bizarre, Popular, Zombies

(My restaurant has a comment-card box where customers can tell us their opinions this is an anonymous card we found in the box one day.)

Card: “I found your food to be quite delicious, your service amazing, and the prices incredibly cheap. I shall be back again- OH S***, THE ZOMBIES HAVE FOUND ME! AAAAAAAAAAAAGH!!!!!!!”

(We now refer to the comment-card box as the Zombie-Box.)

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The Voice Of Fairness

| AB, Canada | Bizarre, Popular

(In my day job, I’m an announcer on a radio station. However, radio money isn’t very good, so I take a second job stocking shelves in a grocery store. I’m working at the grocery store one night when a customer approaches…)

Customer: “Hey, can you tell me where the ketchup is?”

Me: “Yup! Three aisles over, sir.”

Customer: “Great! Thanks.” *pauses for a minute* “Ya know, your voice sounds familiar.” *looks at my name tag* “Hey! Are you [My Name] from the radio station?”

Me: “Yes, I am, sir.”

Customer: “What, is this some kind of contest or something?”

Me: “Nope. I work here.”

Customer: “What? Why?”

Me: “Well, money’s a little tight these days, so I took a second job.”

Customer: “But that’s not fair!”

Me: “Meh. Lots of people take two jobs to make ends meet.”

Customer: “BUT YOU’RE ON THE RADIO!”

Me: “I don’t understand what that has to do with anything.”

Customer: “You’re, like, the best guy on the radio! I can’t believe they don’t pay you enough! Don’t worry; I’ll take care of this.”

Me: “What?”

Customer: “Tomorrow, I’m going to head down to the station and talk to your boss! Now that the listeners know, we’ll make sure they pay you what you’re worth! Just wait… once I’m through with your boss, you’ll be running that station!”

(The customer stormed off, muttering about how unfair it was. He never did come down to the station.)

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Which Is S’more Unlikely?

| BC, Canada | Bizarre, Food & Drink, Hotels & Lodging, Popular

(I work evenings at a four star hotel with a restaurant attached. We have gas fireplaces in every room. I am the only one left on shift but luckily for me the owner is there doing her monthly audit. The phone rings and I’m busy so she pick it up.)

Owner: “Front Desk, how may I help you?”

(I pause as I see her roll her eyes.)

Owner: “Yes, this is a manager speaking.” *a small amount of time passes and she looks completely dumbfounded* “I’m sorry, sir, could you repeat that, please?” *pause* “Unfortunately, sir, there is nothing I can do for you at this time. I will have maintenance come take a look in the morning.” *pause* “Sir, not only am I unable to do that but I won’t. I will have maintenance look at it in the morning and if there is damage you will be charged a compensation fee. Have a nice night.” *she hangs up the phone*

Me: “What was that about?”

Owner: “Some jack-a** got drunk and tried to make s’mores in the fireplace. His marshmallow melted to the glass and now he wants a complimentary dinner for the trouble.”

Me: “Wow. Still not the strangest thing I’ve heard this week.”

(As if on cue the phone rings again. She picks it up.)

Owner: “Front Desk.” *pause* “Yes, this is the owner speaking.”

(She pauses again and looks at the room number on the display.)

Owner: “PEOPLE LIKE YOU ARE THE REASON I DRINK!” *she slams down the phone and looks at me* “How do you deal with this?”

Me: “Apparently the same way you do.”

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