Category: Religion

There’s nothing worse than a stupid customer than a stupid customer with a cause. If these people had a maker he would likely have filed them under ‘rejects’.

Injured In The Name Of The Lord

| Muskegon, MI, USA | Health & Body, Religion

(I work at a general store in town. A lot of God-fearing people tend to come in there, especially on Sundays, since we are across the street from a church. We always have to watch our language when we work. We are stocking the shelves, when someone knocks into it, and a large, heavy can of meat falls on the head of one of my fellow employees.)

Employee: *drops the ‘F’ Bomb and falls right to the floor*

(Everyone in the store hears it. I go running to where he is at, and sees that the can has hit him so hard, he is bleeding, and out cold.)

Me: “[Manager], call an ambulance!”

Female Customer: *marches up to me* “EXCUSE me?! Did I hear this young man say a foul word just outside the steps of The House of the Lord?”

Me: *panicking* “Ma’am, please, he needs help—”

Customer: “He NEEDS to ask forgiveness from our Lord and Savior for using the Devil’s language!”

Me: “I will make sure he does when he wakes up, but please—”

(At this point, the Customer goes off about how sinful it was for him to speak to church folk and ‘befouled the ears of the innocent’ with his unholy talk.)

Manager: “Ma’am, please step back. This man is injured.”

Customer: “He is injured because he speaks in wicked tongues!”

Me: *at this point, I am scared and angry* “No, he is injured because a f***ing can fell on this poor bastard’s head! Now PLEASE step the f*** away from him so the medic team here can help him!”

(The woman was mortified, but the manager was understanding that I was upset. She did leave, and filed a complaint with our office. I didn’t get into too much trouble, thankfully. though that woman refuses to enter that ‘den of sin’ store ever again. Also, the employee is all right. He just needed some stitches.)

Turning Wine Into Comedy

| Albany, NY, USA | Religion

(While at the restaurant where I work as a waitress, a bunch of priests are seated in my area. Four of them are pretty young, one is clearly older. They order wine, and I get to the last older priest, stumble, and the wine ends up in his lap. His face gets all wet, and I can tell he is trying hard not to swear…)

Priest: “I cannot believe this! You spilled wine all over me! I am all wet!” *some other words I think are Latin or some derivative thereof*

(I am horrified, but put on a solemn look.)

Me: “Forgive me, Father, for I have sinned!”

(The whole table and some around us burst into laughter, except the old priest.)

Fuelled By The Lord

| MN, USA | Religion

Me: *working the register as a customer approaches* “Hello, how are you?”

Customer: “I’ve been standing outside for ten minutes waiting for you to turn the pump on!”

Me: “I’m sorry, ma’am, you need to be sure to press pay inside, or swipe your credit card before the pump can be activated.”

Customer: “No, no. YOU need to start it for me.”

(She reaches towards me, and I take a step back as she grabs my arm. As her eyes are closed she says:)

Customer: “God has commanded you to turn it on.”

Me: *as she is heading outside* “All right, be sure to press pay inside, then.”

(I watch as she presses the button, pumps her fuel, and comes back inside.)

Customer: “Did you feel him?”