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Cute Question, Catastrophic Consequences

| Toronto, ON, Canada | Uncategorized

(I am of Eastern European descent and many languages from that area have similarities. Two women come to my counter speaking a language I can somewhat understand.)

Me: “Good day! Can I ask where you’re from? I can understand a few of the words you were saying.”

Customer: “Where are you from?”

Me: “I’m from ***, part of former Yugoslavia.”

Customer: “Guess where I’m from!”

Me: “Oh no, I can’t.¬†I’m pretty bad at guessing that sort of thing.”

Customer: “Guess!”

Me: “No, no.¬†I’ll get it wrong. Nevermind.”

Customer: “Just guess! Who cares if you get it wrong?”

Me: “I don’t want to insult you if I’m really off in guessing.”

Customer: “Just try!¬†I’m not going to get mad!”

Me: “Okay, are you from Serbia?”

Customer: ¬†angrily* “Serbia?! I should beat you for such an insult!”

The Great Melting Plot

| New York, USA | Uncategorized

Customer: “Miss! Miss! You need to see this!”

Me: “What seems to be the problem, ma’am?”

(The customer takes a coffee creamer, opens it, and pours it onto a plate.)

Customer: “It’s melted! It’s all like this!” *points to pile of empty creamers*

Me: “Ma’am, those are creamers. The butter is in the other dish.”

Customer: “Well, those ones had better not be melted, too!”

Medical Wonders Of The After-Hours

| New York, USA | Uncategorized

(I work at a drugstore where the pharmacy closes a few hours sooner than the rest of the store. A customer bursts in holding a script from a doctor’s office, and yells at me from across the store.)

Customer: “OH, NO! WHEN DOES THE PHARMACY CLOSE?!”

Me: *glances at clock which reads 8:30pm* “Six. Sorry.”

Customer: “Oh no. Oh God! What do I do?!”

Me: “The pharmacy opens at nine in the morning, and closes at six, again. You can come back then and–”

Customer: “Is there a number I can call?! There has to be, for this sort of thing?”

Me: “No. I’m sorry. If you just–”

Customer: “But what does this town do in case of an emergency?!”

Me: “…we go to the hospital, ma’am.”

Customer: “The hospital? Thank you!” *leaves still clutching script tightly*