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No Manners In Line Is Out Of Line

| Los Angeles, CA, USA | At The Checkout, Bad Behavior, Family & Kids, Top

(I am a customer. I approach a cashier, with my children in tow.)

Me: “Howdy, do you have any cooking sherry? I didn’t see any on the floor.”

Cashier: “Yes, we keep it up here.”

Customer Behind Me: “Are you really holding up the line for alcohol?”

Me: “You mean, am I a paying customer who waited in line, without harassing the other store-goers, and is now waiting for a product that is only attained at the front of the store?”

Customer Behind Me: “Ugh, disgusting. And your kids are standing right there, too. You’re disgusting.”

My Six-Year-Old Daughter: “She is not disgusting! You are, for being so rude! Didn’t your mommy teach you any manners?! Be patient and wait your turn just like everybody else!”

(The next customer in line behind the rude customer joins in.)

Customer #2: “Seriously, stop being a jerk, and wait you’re turn.”

Customer Behind Me: “F*** this!”

(The customer behind me walks out.)

Cashier: “About time someone told him off. He’s a jerk to everyone he sees.”

My Six-Year-Old Daughter: “That guy needs to learn some manners, or he’s not gonna have any friends!”

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Barking Up The Wrong Family Tree

| Calgary, AB, Canada | Family & Kids, Liars & Scammers, Money, Top

(Note: I am a teenager.)

Me: “Hey, what can I help you with today?”

Customer: “I have these gift cards, and I would like to exchange them for cash.”

Me: “I’m sorry, ma’am, but I cant do that. It’s store policy, as gift cards have no monetary value.”

(People are starting to line up behind the customer, and they are starting to get noticeably agitated, having to wait.)

Customer: “Excuse me, do you have any idea who you’re speaking to?”

Me: “Not even a clue.”

Customer: “My father owns this store! Now give me my money, or I’ll have you fired!”

(The owner of the store is in the back, so I call him out.)

Me: “Boss, your daughter’s here to see you!”

Boss: “Daughter? I don’t have a daughter.”

(The customer’s face is growing red, and the people behind her start to laugh. I can tell she wants to run away, but she’s in too deep. My boss comes to the front to see what’s going on. My boss is an Indian man in his 60’s.)

Boss: “What are you talking about?”

Me: “This lady right here.”

(The white customer in her early 20s dips her head, and runs out of the store.)

Boss: “Maybe she forgot where her dad’s store is?”