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Category: Family & Kids

Re-Fill You With Joy

| Avon, IN, USA | Family & Kids, Food & Drink

(It’s the middle of the day, during a down-hour between movies, so my coworker and I have nothing really to do. A little girl comes up to my counter.)

Girl: “Excuse me, but can I have a refill?” *holds up a kids meal, so no refill*

Me: “I’m sorry, sweetie, but I’m afraid not.”

Girl: “Oh. Okay!”

(She runs off. I laugh a little on how cute she Is. A few moments later, the little girl shows up again.)

Girl: “Does this get a refill?” *holds up a medium bag of popcorn, but only large items get refills*

Me: *grimace in having to tell her bad news again* “Sorry, sweetie. Only large bags.”

Girl: “Oh… How much is a large bag?”

Me: “It’s [price].”

Girl: “Okay!”

(She leaves again. I turn back to my coworker.)

Me: “If she comes back a third time, I giving her a refill. She’s so cute.”

Coworker: “I know. I don’t know how you could say no to her.”

Girl: “Excuse me, is this enough money?” *lifts her hand over to get us*

Me: *barely glances over it* “Yep! Would you like butter with that, miss?”

Girl: “Lots of butter!”

(My coworker hands her the popcorn, and the girl is vibrating in excitement.)

Girl: “Does this get refills?”

Me: “Yep, it sure does!”

(She runs off to her theater, screaming ‘YAAAAY!’)

Motherly Advice To Mother

| Pittsburgh, PA, USA | At The Checkout, Family & Kids

(It’s late at night, and I’m working the checkout aisle when a woman comes up with her young daughter and her cart load of groceries. Everything is going fine at first.)

Daughter: “Mommy, look!”

(The daughter has grabbed the now empty cart, pulled it to the end of the aisle and is now pushing it towards her mother at fairly high speed.)

Mother: “No, dear. Please don’t.”

(She catches the cart just before the little girl runs her over.)

Daughter: “Hey, mommy, look!”

(This time the little girl really gets a running start. The cart is moving dangerously fast. As the cart passes me, I grab the handle, bringing it to a stop. I lean over the counter and look the little girl straight in the eyes.)

Me: “Trust me. You really don’t want to do that.”

Daughter: “Why?”

Me: “Because you could hurt your mother. And if you hurt her you will be in trouble.”

Daughter: “How much trouble?”

Me: “Not able to go home trouble. Probably ‘time out’ trouble.”

Daughter: “Oh. That doesn’t sound that bad.”

Me: “Or, your mother could be like mine and send you to bed with no supper.”

Daughter: “Oh.”

Me: “Now, why don’t you go help your mother bag the groceries?”

Daughter: “Okay!”

(The mother looks at me.)

Mother: “Thank you.”

Me: “Don’t worry about it. That was one of the less stressful things I’ve dealt with tonight.”

Mother: “Really?”

Me: “Yeah. All I had to do was grab the cart and tell her the truth.”

(The woman pauses for a moment and looks at me.)

Mother: “Maybe I should try being more like your mother. She certainly got something right with you!”

(That comment pretty much made my night, and I managed to finish out my shift with a smile.)

Trying To Do A Double Take With A Double Take

| NH, USA | At The Checkout, Bad Behavior, Family & Kids, Liars & Scammers

(I work in an ammo store. I’m working a morning shift, unpacking some newly arrived freight with 3 other workers. We’d just received some highly in-demand ammunition, in bulk packages, which is limited to 1 per customer per day due to its popularity. It comes in 325 round boxes, which is good for 1 to 3 trips to the shooting range. An older customer, gray haired and in his 60s, comes in.)

Customer: “Hey, you have .22 ammo! Lemme get three boxes!”

Coworker: “Sorry, we have a limit of one box per customer.” *hand him one box*

Customer: “Oh, c’mon! No one cares. Just let me get three!”

Coworker: “Sorry, I can only give you the one.”

Customer: “What if I pay for this, leave, and come back?”

Coworker: “I couldn’t give you another.”

Customer: “You’re kidding me!”

Coworker: “Nope, sorry. Strict policy, because it sells so fast.”

(Customer walks away. After a few minutes, the guy who was behind the counter goes in the backroom to work there, and a suspiciously identical customer appears. He then speaks to a coworker who saw/heard none of the previous.)

Identical Customer: “Hey, was my brother just in here?”

Other Coworker: “Huh?”

Identical Customer: “My brother! Looks just like me!”

Other Coworker: “Uh…”

Identical Customer: “Well, whatever. Hey, can you sell me some .22 ammo?”

Other Coworker: “Um, sure…”

(My other coworker begins walking to the ammo counter. I look over at my manager and shake my head ‘no.’)

Manager: “Did he just leave here with .22 a minute ago?”

Me: “Yup.”

Manager: “Sir, we can’t sell you anything.”

Identical Customer: “What?! That was my brother!”

Manager: “No, it wasn’t. You need to leave.”

Identical Customer: “Really!? You can’t hook me up?”

Manager: “No. Leave.”

Identical Customer: “Oh, well. Hey, you know I was just kidding, right?”

Manager: “No.”