Category: Crazy Requests

Some customers can be demanding, but within reason. These customers however make some requests that go beyond demanding, beyond reasonable, beyond possible! These requests, like the customers, are crazy!

The Picture Of Laziness

| TX, USA | Crazy Requests, Technology

(I’ve been speaking to a customer who lives nearby and has told me he’s going to be home all day. He’s ordering a product he’s never seen.)

Me: “I really suggest coming to take a look at [Product] so you can compare it to what you already have. At the very least you can look at the pictures on our website.”

Customer: *who is at home* “I’m really just too busy to look at your website today. Can’t you just text me pictures of it?”

Some Customers Are Cut From Different Cloth

| LA, USA | Crazy Requests, Time

(We have glass doors, so when I see someone pull up and try to get in after closing, I signal and mouth to that we are closed. Most people would see this and leave, but not everyone.)

Customer: *through the glass doors* “Do you have [fabric]?”

Me: “Yes.”

Customer: “Can you go get it and show me?”

Sitting Down On The Couch On The Job

| NY, USA | Crazy Requests

(I am required to greet everyone when they enter the store. The clerk’s desk is towards the front, so I usually do it as people approach or pass the desk while I process in paperwork. I usually ask if people are looking for anything specific as a follow-up, unless they clearly indicate they are just browsing. A woman walks in.)

Me: “Hello!”

Lady: “Yeah, I’m just browsing, thanks.”

(She flaps her hand dismissively, so I don’t follow up. About twenty minutes goes by with me walking through the space to subtly check on her as she sits on couches and chairs and does things on her phone. I then get caught up with another customer, and return to my paperwork. The woman storms up to the desk, clearly livid.)

Lady: “I have been waiting for over FIFTEEN MINUTES!”

Me: “I’m so sorry, ma’am, did you need help finding something?”

Lady: “Um, YES. I have questions about your couches. I’ve been back there waiting for you to help me.”

Me: “I’m sorry, ma’am, you should have said something. You said you were just browsing so I assumed you would let me know if you had questions.”

Lady: “Well, I’m not going to do your job for you, am I?”

(She didn’t end up buying a couch.)

Doesn’t Take A Private Eye

| Coloma, MI, USA | Crazy Requests, Extra Stupid

(At the library where I work we make photocopies for patrons because our machine is prone to problems.)

Patron: “I need you to photocopy this for me.”

Coworker: “Certainly, I’d be happy to.”

Patron: *handing the librarian the items to photocopy upside down* “Now don’t look at these when you copy them. And don’t look at the photocopies either. I don’t want anyone else knowing my business! This is private.”

Coworker: “I won’t look; I promise.”

(After she made the copies and handed everything back to him upside down, he paid and left.)

Coworker: “That will be real private. Those were postcards.”

Closing On A High

| Orem, UT, USA | At The Checkout, Crazy Requests, Criminal & Illegal, Time

(I’m a 19-year-old closing shift manager, who has one other employee with me. I come from a very strict religious family, in a very conservative town, so I can say that I’m a bit naive about certain things. One night just as I am walking to lock the doors at 10:58 pm, someone walks up and catches me.)

Customer: “Aww, are you closing? I just wanted a couple of burgers.”

Me: *thinking that technically we had two minutes* “Well we are about to close, but we can make a couple of burgers. No problem.”

Customer: *at the register* “Okay, let me have 18 burgers, 16 fries, 2 onion rings and 18 [Soda]s.”

Me: *knowing that once he is in the store, by policy I have to serve him, I’m fuming* “Okay, sir, but that is a lot of food, and we aren’t set up for that much. Everything has to be cooked from scratch. It’s going to take quite some time.” *hoping he will change his mind*

Customer: “That’s okay. I’ll wait…”

(After spending almost twenty minutes cooking all this food, it’s finally ready.)

Me: *trying to hide my anger at having to stay well past the end of my shift* “Thank you for you order; here you go.”

Customer: “Hey, thanks, dude. Here, I have a tip for you, since you were so nice to stay and cook for me.”

(The then hands me a small envelope. I just want him to leave, so I can go home, so I take it and walk him out. I head back to the office and start with my closing duties.)

Fellow Employee: “So what did that guy give you in the envelope?”

Me: “I don’t know. I didn’t look.” *opening the envelope, it’s full of marijuana, which I’ve actually never seen before in my life* “What the heck is this?”

Fellow Employee: “Well, that explains a lot.”

Me: “What do you mean?”

Fellow Employee: “He had the munchies…” *turning around, leaving me holding my first and last bag of weed*

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