Padding Out Your Judgement
(I’m in line to check out. In front of me is a tall man in his 30s who looks very masculine.)
Cashier: “Excuse me, miss. I think this got mixed with this gentleman’s items when you put down the separator.”
Me: “Those pads are not mine.”
Customer: “They’re my purchase.”
Cashier: “Why the h*** would a man need a chick item?”
Me: “Gee, I don’t know. My guesses are: Friend, girlfriend, wife, daughter, sister, niece, or cousin.”
Customer: “They’re for my daughter.”
Cashier: *mumbles and finishes scanning the man’s items*
Question of the Week
Tell us your story about a customer who couldn't understand the most simple concept.