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Category: Criminal & Illegal

Music With A Beautiful Ending

| NM, USA | Criminal & Illegal, Liars & Scammers, Musical Mayhem

(I’m a teenage girl and interning at the local music store my dad works at. As he is also a musician, he has many instruments (guitars, basses, drums, etc.) that he will occasionally leave in his car overnight. The night before this happens a guitar was stolen from his car. My dad describes it, and tells me to be on the lookout for it. As luck would have it, the thief brings it in to try to sell.)

Thief: “I was wondering how much I could get for this guitar.”

(I recognize the guitar.)

Me: “Of course. Let me just look it up.”

Thief: “Just hurry up. I’m really busy.”

Me: “I’m having some trouble finding it. Let me just grab my dad. He knows more about this stuff.”

(After I explain everything to him, my dad leads me back to the register.)

Dad: “Sorry about that, sir. What did you want to do with this guitar?”

Thief: “I wanted to know how much I could get for it.”

Dad: *pretending to look something up* “Funny thing, that guitar is coming up as stolen.”

Thief: *goes white* “That’s insane, my best friend gave this to me last night!”

Dad: “Well, he can’t be a very good friend if you’re already trying to sell it.”

Thief: “You’re crazy, man. I just want to sell this guitar.”

Dad: “[My Name], go in the back and call the cops, would you?”

(Before I could do anything the thief abandoned everything and ran out the door. My dad’s coworker called the cops, and they picked up the thief a few blocks away. The best part was that my dad got his fairly expensive guitar back!)

Wasn’t So Chipper About Leaving

| OH, USA | Criminal & Illegal, Food & Drink

(I work as a sales associate at a store where vendors control some of our shelf layouts. One day a man working for the chip company comes in.)

Me:“Hello, sir, do you need my manager?”

Vendor #1: “No, I just came to reset your shelves. We just changed the layout.”

(I don’t think anything of it and go back to work while the guy moved product around on the shelf. He left after about an hour. The next day another guy from the company comes in and begins stocking the shelves. After a while he calls out to me.)

Vendor #2: “How come your chip aisle is so messed up?”

Me: *confused* “One of your guys reset it.”

Vendor #2: “This isn’t how they’re supposed look and I’m the only guy who works this area.”

(The vendor reset the shelves and we later found out that an ex-employee kept his uniform and pretended to work at the company to steal chips.)

An Attack On Common Sense

| USA | Crazy Requests, Criminal & Illegal, Hotels & Lodging

(A man and his wife and a bunch of teens check in. All day, the teens are running freely outside, even when it turns dark. Our part of the city is notorious for crime, and one of the teens nearly gets attacked by a mugger. Fortunately, she is unharmed. The man approaches me.)

Man: “My daughter nearly got attacked outside! What are you going to do about it?”

Me: “What do you want me to do about it?”

Man: *throws hands up* “It’s all your fault! If you’d been watching her better–”

Me: “Sir, I am NOT a babysitter.”

Man: “You sure are! You’re responsible for all the guests here! And she’s a guest! What kind of place is this, that doesn’t care when their charges gets attacked!”

Me: “I’m just a clerk. Now, would you like me to call the police for you?”

Man: “Fine, whatever!”

(I called the police. The policeman came and told him what I wanted to: that he was responsible. Later, the man wrote on a comment card complaining about me for not babysitting his kid!)