Category: At The Checkout

The customer has seemed normal and maybe even intelligent throughout the shopping purchase. But then they get to the checkout and as soon as human interaction is required it all falls apart. The checkout operators really are our first line of defense against the stupid customer!

Thinks You’re Just Winging The Orders

, | Evans, GA, USA | At The Checkout, Bad Behavior, Food & Drink, Time

(I work in a fast food chain that specializes in buffalo wings. Two separate customers order wings, the first customer orders 20 wings while the customer right behind him orders five wings. At the time, we only have 10 wings prepared for instant sale, and were about halfway through cooking a new batch; an eight minute process. We decide to get the five-wing customer his wings and cook the 20 wing fresh for the second customer. We make the order in a few seconds and I hand out the order to the customer who then walks out.)

Other Customer: “Why did he get his order first?”

Me: “I’m sorry, sir. We only had 10 wings ready so we didn’t have enough for your order… but we did have enough for him, so we went ahead and finished his order.”

(The customer seemed content with the answer, not replying… so I went on with my cleaning until his order came up a moment later.)

Me: “Here you are ,sir! Sorry about the wait, but we gave you all the fresh wings! Hope you enjoy!”

Customer: “Lemme ask you something… Do you like f***ing your customers?”

Me: “Uh… I’m sorry, sir. I don’t understand…”

Customer: “Why is it that you made me wait on my order and gave that guy his order first when I made my order first?”

Me: “Uh, I’m sorry, sir. As I said before we only had 10 wings a few minutes ago… We didn’t have enough to make your order… but we DID have enough for his order so we went ahead and got his order out of the way… You would have had to wait anyway because even before we made his order we didn’t have enough for you order.”

Customer: “This is discrimination!” (him, the other customer, and I are all the same race)

Me: “No, sir! It’s not! We just didn’t have enough! We only had TEN wings! You ordered TWENTY! We didn’t have enough for you! We weren’t going to ask the guy with only FIVE wings to stand around waiting when we HAD enough for his order and NOT yours!”

Customer: “I’m never eating here again!” *walks out*

A Small Charge To Cure The Hiccups

| Germany | At The Checkout, Bad Behavior, Money

(I am a teller at a bank, and I have a nasty hiccup I cannot get rid of. A customer approaches me, having questions about his savings account. He also has a 50 Euro bill in his hand. I answer his questions, while trying to suppress my hiccup. When I hand him his documents he had given me before, he takes them, turns away, then turns back to me.)

Customer: “Where are my €50 notes?”

Me: “You did not hand it to me.”

Customer: “I did give it to you; it was in my savings book.”

(I panic, because our branch is pretty busy, and sometimes I forget things. I look around for the €50, even underneath the service station, but nothing. We argue about the money for a bit, and then he smiles.)

Customer: “Sorry, I have the money. I just needed to scare you a bit to help you get rid of that hiccup.”

(I was staring at him while he proceeded to the cashier to put the money onto his savings account. I was shocked, but he was right: my hiccups were gone!)

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A First Time Scoop

| Columbia, TN, USA | At The Checkout, Bad Behavior, Food & Drink

(I manage a very well-known ice cream establishment, and have for many years. We have regular customers who get the same thing every day, but the customer in question here always changes her mind about what she wants. She still expects us to have it ready when she walks in the door, though.)

Me: “Hi, [Customer], what can we get for you today?”

Customer: “Oh, you know what I want!”

Me: “Let’s have you tell us, anyway, just so we know we got it right.”

Customer: *angrily* “The triple layer sundae, Snickers.”

Me: “All right, then.”

(I begin assembling her sundae. What she does, though, is change her order in the middle of its creation, so I do it slowly.)

Customer: “I want butter pecan ice cream, not Snickers.”

Me: “Okay, sure.” *scoop ice cream, begin putting on fudge and caramel*

Customer: “More fudge and caramel.”

Me: “Yes, ma’am.”

(At this point, the cup we use for this particular sundae is exploding, because it is only designed to fit exactly what is supposed to go in it. I put on the final scoop, and balance it like a pro, then proceed to grab the lid for it. But, before I even get the lid on it, she starts again.)

Customer: “Um, NO! I want an extra scoop. I ALWAYS GET AN EXTRA SCOOP!”

Me: “Okay, well, I’ll have to put it in a bigger cup.”

Customer: “FINE!”

(I dump the sundae into a bigger cup. There is still a very professional customer service smile planted on my face, even though I’m burning up on the inside.)

Customer: “WHAT is your problem?”

Me: “Excuse me?”

Customer: “You have such an attitude. Why couldn’t you just make it like I always get it in the first place?”

Me: “All right, ma’am. I am sorry if it came across as my having an attitude. That was not my intention. HOWEVER, you always have a new request when you come in, such as this new scoop, which you have never asked me, personally, for. I am simply trying to make you exactly what you want; that is all.”

(I’m still working on her sundae. Can’t stop, that stuff melts! Caramel, ice cream, Snickers, ice cream, hot fudge, ice cream, and then of course, her extra scoop. I begin, then, to put on her last spoonful of Snickers, and the lid.)

Customer: “CARAMEL! THEY ALWAYS PUT MORE CARAMEL!”

(Without speaking, I add the caramel, then the lid, bag it up, and ring up her order. I ring it up as a triple scoop sundae with three extra toppings, because that’s what she got.)

Customer: “That is WAY too much money. It never costs that much!”

Me: *prints out receipt* “This is what you got, and this is what it costs.”

Customer: “I’m not paying that for some lousy ice cream, especially after you had such an attitude! Who is your manager?”

Me: *smiles* “Actually, I’m the manager.”

Customer: “No, who is YOUR manager?”

Me: “I don’t have one. The only person above me is the owner of the store, and quite frankly, he would’ve asked you to leave already.”

Customer: “…”

Me: “Do you still want the ice cream?”

Customer: *throws money at me, takes change, grabs bag, stomps out*

In Line And Out Of Line, Part 8

| TX, USA | At The Checkout, Bad Behavior

(I work at a major bookstore and it is New Year’s Day. We are open, but business is fairly slow. I am at the registers along with one other co-worker. We work through a line of people that never reaches more than three people long. A gruff man comes up to me to check out.)

Customer: “About d*** time. I was in that line forever.”

Me: “Yeah, I’m sorry about that, sir. This is the busiest it has been all day. Luckily we have two people working the registers.”

Customer: “Well, why the f*** do you have 10 registers and only two of you working them?”

Me: “Well, we never really need all of them unless it’s the week before Christmas. We can work through a line pretty fast. Sorry you had to wait so long.”

(My customer looks at the elderly couple checking out next to me as they write a check.)

Customer: “It’s because all of these f****** are using their check books and crap like that. Makes it last longer.”

(I usually kinda joke it off if a customer makes a racy remark, but just stare blankly at him.)

Me: “Yeah, well, your total is [total].”

(Customer digs through his wallet and pocket to get several bills that are mostly wadded up. He begins to huff loudly as I try to straighten them all out.)

Customer: “Maybe it’s the f****** cashiers that make the lines last so long.”

(I deliberately took my sweet time handing him back the change.)

Related:
In Line And Out Of Line, Part 7
In Line And Out Of Line, Part 6
In Line And Out Of Line, Part 5

This Is Really Beginning To Grate

| Victoria, BC, Canada | At The Checkout, Bad Behavior, Crazy Requests

(I’m a cashier in a department store. While I do have some product knowledge, I’m not a salesperson and am not allowed to leave the service desk. A middle-aged man comes through the exit doors and starts snapping his fingers at me.)

Customer: “You! Girly!”

Me: “How can I help you, sir?”

Customer: “I need you to ring through a fire grate!”

Me: “We have several different styles of fireplace grates, sir. One of the associates in the hardware department would be happy to help you pick the right one.”

Customer: “No, no, no! This isn’t difficult! Just ring me one—” *waves his debit card* “—and bring it to me!”

Me: “I’m sorry, sir. I’m just the cashier, and I’m not allowed to leave the service desk. As I said, an associate in hardware can help you pick the right one.”

Customer: “No! I can’t leave my car! Why is this so hard for you to understand!? Just get me one!”

Me: “Your car, sir?”

Customer: “Yes, my car! They could tow it!”

Me: “Where did you park it?”

Customer: “Right across the street!”

Me: “Oh, it’s Sunday, sir. Street parking is unlimited. You could leave it all day and you wouldn’t even get a ticket.”

(The customer still refuses to leave the doorway, which is starting to cause a bit of a traffic jam for customers trying to leave.)

Me: “Let me just call a hardware associate for you, sir.”

Customer: *sarcastically* “Yeah, you do that.”

(I page for a hardware associate and my manager takes the job.)

Manager: “What can I do for you, sir?”

Customer: *pointing at me* “This girl won’t help me with my grate!”

Manager: “I’m sorry for the confusion, but the cashiers aren’t allowed to leave the service desk. But if you’d like to come with me, the grates are just around the corner, here.”

Customer: *growls* “I’m. Not. Leaving. My. Car!”

Manager: “…All right, then.”

(She rolls her eyes as she runs around the corner and grabs the most basic grate.)

Manager: “Is this one to your satisfaction, sir?”

Customer: “Ugh, fine.” *tosses her his debit card* “Just ring it through!”

Manager: “Sir, this is a debit card. You’ll have to come to the desk to enter your PIN.”

Me: “It’s already cued up for you. It won’t even take 10 seconds, sir. I promise your car will be fine.”

Customer: *growls some more* “Why do you have to make this so difficult!?”

(He stomps over and aggressively stabs the pin pad. Once he enters his PIN he tosses the debit machine onto the desk, not paying any mind to the cringe-worthy crash of delicate technology.)

Customer: “There! Now, who’s taking this to my car?!”

(My manager was more than happy to take it out to his car, if only to get him out of the store!)

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