Archive for 2011

Jump to page:

Priceless Priced Less

| MO, USA | Right | August 18, 2011

(This lady has been in the store for at least an hour, building a large pile of merchandise.)

Customer: “Okay, I’m ready to check out. You can take off the sale prices.”

Me: “Um, I’m sorry?”

Customer: “You can take the discounts off. I won’t be needing them after all. The insurance will reimburse me, so it doesn’t matter how much I spend.”

Me: “Well, ma’am, I can’t exactly take off the sale prices. I would need to call my manager.”

Customer: “Don’t worry about it, I’ll just pay the sale prices. My shed burnt down, you know. I have to replace everything. Priceless items! My grandma gave me a popcorn maker for Christmas when I was a kid that was in there! I had custom-made curtains worth thousands of dollars in there! Heirloom dishes! So many things irreplaceable!”

Me: “Wow, that’s awful! So, if I might ask, why were these irreplaceable items in the shed, and not your house?

Customer: “Oh, it was all from some garage sale.”

1 Thumbs
1,222
VOTES

In Through The Out Door

| Bedford, NS, Canada | Right | August 18, 2011

(A woman and her son have just entered the library. They walk straight to me while I am sitting at the circulation desk. There
is only one entrance to the library. All other doors leading outside are clearly and brightly marked fire exits.)

Patron: “How do I come in?”

Me: “Sorry?”

Patron: “How do I come in here?”

Me: “Through the door?”

Patron: “Which one?”

Me: “The one you just walked through.”

Patron: “Oh okay, so I just do that again?”

Me: “Yes…that should work perfectly.”

Patron: “Thanks!” *walks away*

1 Thumbs
1,293
VOTES

You Got The Wrong(est) Number, Part 5

| TN, USA | Right | August 18, 2011

Me: “Hi, thanks for calling [store]. How may I help you?”

Caller: *extremely inebriated* “I just noticed a bump on my privates.”

Me: “Excuse me?”

Caller: “I need to come over and have you take a look at it.”

Me: “Sir, I think you want a doctor. This is a hardware store.”

Caller: *long pause* “You’re not my mom?”

Related:
You Got The Wrong(est) Number, Part 4
You Got The Wrong(est) Number, Part 3
You Got The Wrong(est) Number, Part 2
You Got The Wrong(est) Number

1 Thumbs
1,847
VOTES

No Customers, I Hate Customers

| IL, USA | Right | August 17, 2011

(I am working the front register when a gentleman comes up and puts his items on the counter.)

Customer: “No bag. I hate bags!”

Me: “No problem, sir. That will be $27.89.”

(The customer pays with cash.)

Me: “Your change is $0.11. Here’s your receipt.”

Customer: “Keep the receipt. I hate paper!”

The Grapes Or Wrath

| United Kingdom | Right | August 17, 2011

(Note: I work at a hardware store. A customer approaches me.)

Customer: “Do you sell grapes?”

(I’m assuming they are some form of bolt or electrical fitting I had not heard of.)

Me: “Um, what are they used for?”

Customer: *looks at me like I’m an idiot* “Eating! Grapes!”

Me: “Oh. No, this is a hardware shop.”

Customer: *blank face* “But you used to sell fruit…”

Me: “No, I’m pretty sure this shop has never sold any fruit.”

Customer: “Oh.”

(There’s a very long pause where he just stares at me.)

Customer: “No grapes, then?”

Me: “No.”

Customer: “Oh.”

1 Thumbs
1,502
VOTES
Page 183/374First...181182183184185...Last