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Category: Health & Body

Stupid customers in stories are bad enough. However, dealing with a customer’s health issues may be hazardous to your own health! Please consult your doctor before continuing.

Wasn’t The Number One Problem At The Old Place

| Eugene, OR, USA | Bad Behavior, Family & Kids, Food & Drink, Health & Body

(I recently switched from one big office supply chain store to another. Today is my first real day alone in the print center. A mother and her two kids come in near the end of my shift to make copies. I am working on another job behind the counter and everything is going smoothly until I hear her start whispering in a panicked tone.)

Customer: “Put that away! You can’t just do that wherever!” *pause* “What?!”

(At this point I’m curious and look up and see nothing wrong at first, but then I notice the giant wet spot on the carpet. Her four-year-old has just decided it would be fun to whip it out and pee all over the cart, his sister, and my self serve copy area’s floor.)

Customer: “Oh, he was just having some fun, but you should probably clean it up yourself since you are paid to deal with this kind of stuff, and I’m in a huge hurry.”

Me: “What?!”

Customer: *leaves, but not before buying her son every candy bar at the checkout*

Me: *radio* “Hey, Boss, so this just happened…”

Boss: “Are you serious?!”

Me: “Yep. What’s the protocol with this kind of stuff? This never happened to me at [Old Office Supply Store].”

Boss: “Well, welcome to [New Company], where s*** gets weird. Grab some disinfectant and a towel.”

Me: “S***.”

Please Take A Health Tip

| ME, USA | At The Checkout, Health & Body

(I work in a small-town convenience store, specializing in tobacco.)

Customer: “I’ll have a box of those [Brand] cigars, too, please.”

Me: “I got ’em with plastic tips, or wood tips.”

Customer: “Oh, wood tips, always! Plastic tips’ll give ya cancer!”

Waiting His Turn Took A Turn For Justice

| Wales, UK | At The Checkout, Bad Behavior, Health & Body

(I work in a biker’s cafe in a small town and a lot of the older residents come in on Wednesday for the Old Age Pensioner’s meal deal. One lady comes in who has a quite debilitating stutter and doesn’t read very well. I’m working my way through the menu with her, reading out each option until I eventually get to fish and chips and she starts nodding.)

Next Customer: “For f*** sake! Why didn’t you just say that then?!”

(I tell the woman the price and help her count out the correct change.)

Next Customer: “For f*** sake! Just give her the god-d*** food! Can’t you see she’s senile?!”

(The woman is now trying not to cry and drops her purse on the floor.)

Next Customer: “Oh, just throw her out. I’ll have a coffee.”

Me: “Can you just wait your turn please, sir.”

Next Customer: “I’m not waiting a year for the coffin dodger to finish. Give me a coffee!”

(One of the huge leather clad bikers gets up, goes over to the customer, picks him up, and takes him outside. The woman I’m serving breaths a sigh of relief and utters the first phrase I’ve heard out of her that had no hint of a stutter.)

Woman: “What a tw*t!”