Don’t Cry Over Cursed Milk

A customer walks up to the customer service desk with a gallon of milk.

Customer: “I need to return this milk.”

Me: “That’s [Competitor’s Brand] milk. This is [My Store].”

Customer: “But I need to return it.”

Me: “You didn’t buy it here, so I can’t return it for you. You need to go to [Competitor].”

Customer: “No, you don’t understand. It’s… cursed.”

She places the milk on the ground, in the middle of the entrance to an aisle, backs away slowly, and then turns to the exit and dashes out.

Bizarre, but it’s retail, so whatever. I go to pick up the milk, stop, go to the cleaning cupboard, get some gloves, and then take the milk out to the back to dispose of it.

I was disappointed when it didn’t scream as I poured it down the sink.