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Deafening Silence

| Ottawa, ON, Canada | Uncategorized

Customer: “It’s so loud in here!”

Me: “I know right? Christmas is crazy for us every year.”

Customer: “It’s so loud, why do people have to talk so loudly?”

Me: “Sorry sir, it’s just because there’s so many people.”

Customer: “Forget this! I’m turning off my hearing aid. You guys should really try to keep the noise level down.”

Me: “Right you are sir! If that’ll be all, your total is ***.”

Customer: “What?”

Me: “Your total, sir? It’s ***.”

Customer: “Speak up! I can’t hear you!”

Please Call Customer Dis-service

Pittsburgh, PA, USA | Uncategorized

Customer: “I’m not buying carpet from you because you don’t sell Christmas trees.”

Me: “Actually we have them in the garden center.”

Customer: “No, you sell holiday trees. You’re afraid of offending people, but this is the Christmas season, not holiday season.”

Me: “It’s just our policy sir.”

Customer: “I’m going to [another home improvement store] where they aren’t afraid of offending!”

Million Dollar Baby (Carrots)

| Montreal, Canada | Uncategorized

Me: “Welcome to [kitchen store]. Can I help you with anything?”

Customer: “Oh! Aren’t you a lovely young thing! I need something that will cut vegetables into slices. You see, I’m quite the chef, I have a very expensive home in New York, and I have a million dollar kitchen!”

Me: “Well, we have a variety of slicers…”

(I bring him to a shelf with vegetable slicers. He proceeds to open a knapsack and takes out a cucumber, a carrot, other assorted vegetables.)

Me: “Sir, what are you doing?”

Customer: “I have to test the slicer! I can’t buy just any old slicer! What will they think?”

(He begins slicing a cucumber with one of the models on display.)

Me: “What will who think?”

Customer: “MY GUESTS! MY GUESTS! THEY’LL JUDGE ME WHEN THEY COME TO VISIT MY MILLION DOLLAR KITCHEN! Ugh! This slicer is horrible! Look at that! I nearly cut my own finger off! This is despicable. I’ll be back tomorrow, dear, and I expect you to have more advanced slicers by then.”

(He begins stroking my arm frantically, so my co-worker politely escorts him out of the store. His cucumber, mind you, stayed behind.)