Losing The Niceties Of Self-Importance

| USA | Bizarre

(My job is to sit at the front desk, a kind of helpful concierge, transferring calls, accepting packages. I am there to let people know that the company cares about their problems, and that there’s a human manning the lobby for security.)

Me: “Hello, welcome back.”

Young Man: *flings up his arm* “Don’t talk to me! I’m important!”

Me: “Not a problem, sir. I won’t do that again.”

Balking At Your Talking

| USA | Crazy Requests, Hotels & Lodging

(It is morning, and all the guests are eating breakfast. Since no one is asking for service, I relax and chat with my coworker. A man and woman come up, with annoyed expressions.)

Man: “Hey, you!”

Me: “Yes? Can I help you with something?”

Man: “Yes! You can help by not talking to your friend!”

Me: “You mean, my coworker?”

Woman: “Yes! Her! You’re supposed to work here, not chit chatting! I’ll be telling your manager about you slacking off!”

Man: “What kind of service is this, where the workers just chatter on?”

Me: “Well, I was just talking with my coworker here since there was no one in line or at the counter.”

Man: “No, I don’t want you to do that! It’s very rude!”

Me: “So…  you don’t want me to talk to my coworker?”

Woman: “Yes, exactly! You are here to serve us! Nothing else! You hear me?”

(They storm off, very incensed.)

Manager: “What was that all about?”

(They did complain, and their complaints were laughed off.)

Rated ‘T’ For Tobacco

| Long Island, NY, USA | Bizarre

(I work in a video game store, the entirety of which is, as expected, covered in video games. We’re relatively empty one night, and a gentleman comes in and gives the whole store a visual once-over. After seemingly not finding what he’s looking for, he comes to the counter.)

Me: “Hi, there. Is there anything I can help you find?”

Customer: “Yeah, hi. Do you sell cigarettes here?”

Me: *slightly taken aback* “Uh, no, sir. I’m sorry. We’re a video game store.”

Customer: “Oh, d***. Thanks.”

(My manager and I have a small chuckle to ourselves, and nearly forget the man, until he pokes his head back in through our front door roughly ten minutes later.)

Customer: *barely taking a step in the store* “You don’t sell cigarettes here, do you?”

Manager: “Uh, no, sir. Haven’t gotten any cigarettes in. Sorry.”

Customer: “Oh, okay. Thanks.”