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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!

Mexican’t Have Cheese

| Toronto, ON, Canada | Bizarre, Food & Drink

Waiter: “Table five wants vegan nachos. And yes, I already told them that that’s basically just toasted chips with tomatoes and jalapenos and they still want it.”

Helplessly Explaining Being Helpful

| WI, USA | Bizarre

(I regularly go to a local game store. I’m rather well-versed in video games, consoles, etc, so I’m helping an old lady decide on a game for her son. After we decide on a few games, she thanks me and goes to pay. Someone else comes up, thinking I work there.)

Customer: “Excuse me, dear?”

Me: “Yes?”

Customer: “Do you work here? Could you help me?”

Me: “I don’t work here, but I’d be happy to help.”

(With that, I help explain the differences between the Xbox 360 and the PS3. Another customer is watching this entire exchange, and comes up as soon as we’re done.)

Customer #2: “Okay, I got what I wanted, so could you ring me up?”

Me: *thinking she’s joking* “No, sorry. I wish I worked here.”

Customer #2: “But I saw you helping others!”

Me: “Yes…?”

Customer #2: “So you MUST work here!” *she stomps her foot a little with this*

Me: “No, ma’am, I don’t, but the man at the cash register can help you when he’s finished with the others.”

Customer #2: “Why would you help people if you’re not getting paid for it?”

Me: “…”

Tastes Like Bad Parenting

| Florence, KY, USA | Bizarre, Family & Kids, Rude & Risque

(A woman and her roughly 14-year-old daughter are standing in front of the family planning section.)

Mother: “Here, taste this one.”

Daughter: “Ew, it tastes like rubber bands!”

Me: *walking over to see what is going on* “Can I help you?”

Mother & Daughter: *simultaneously* “No, nothing is going on!”

Me: *perplexed as to what I’m seeing* “Why are all these packages of condoms open?!”

Mother: “We just wanted to taste them before we bought them!”

Me: “Uhm, no. You can’t just open them!”

Mother: “Well, geez! You don’t have to get mad about it! I want to speak to a manager!”

Me: “Ma’am, my manager will tell you the same thing. Please stop tasting the condoms with your daughter. You should pay for all of these!”

Mother & Daughter: *giggles and runs out of the department leaving behind all the open condoms*

(For what it’s worth, we sold flavored condoms, but they didn’t taste any of those!)