Fickle Over A Nickel

| PA, USA | At The Checkout, Bizarre, Food & Drink, Money

(The store where I work has a coffee booth near the express lane, where I am working one day. Customer #1, an elderly man, comes to my register with a small coffee. He puts a dollar, two quarters, and four pennies on my counter.)

Customer #1: “It should be $1.54 for this coffee, right?”

Me: “I think so. Let me check.”

(I ring it up and with tax it comes to $1.59.)

Me: “Oh, sorry. Looks like it’s actually $1.59. You were close though!”

(The man frowns and pulls out a wad of bills. He has twenties, tens, fives, and several more dollar bills.)

Customer #1: *muttering* “I might as well give you a twenty to get a nickel!” *stuffs all his money back in his pockets* “You can just keep the d*** coffee!”

(He storms off, leaving me speechless. The next customer stares after him.)

Customer #2: “Goodness! What was his problem?”

Me: “He was a nickel short for his coffee and didn’t want to give me another dollar instead.”

Customer #2: “Is that what all the fuss was about? Shoot, I could have given him a nickel!”

Me: “I have some dimes in my pocket, but I don’t think he would have accepted that either.”

Customer #2: *shaking her head* “Shame. It seems like he really could have used that coffee!”

5 Stories Of Customers At Easter

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  4. Peace On Earth, Or At Least During The Day Shift (1,678 thumbs up)
  5. Whoever Said Easter Isn’t Egg-citing Is Hopping Mad (4,065 thumbs up)

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Out For Dinner Is Out Of The Question

| PA, USA | At The Checkout, Bizarre, Spouses & Partners, Theme Of The Month

(I work as a cashier, and we’re supposed to stand in front of our registers if we’re open and waiting for a customer. As I’m doing this, an elderly man eyes me and walks over.)

Me: “Hello, sir! Can I help you with something?”

(The man proceeds to get way too far into my personal space. I’m mildly autistic, so I’m repressing a panic attack at this point.)

Elderly Man: “You can take me out to dinner tonight.”

Me: “Um, I don’t think my boyfriend would be too pleased about that.”

Elderly Man: “It’s okay. He can come too.”

Me: “Well, I’m working the closing shift tonight, then he’s picking me up, So, tonight doesn’t work, anyway.”

Elderly Man: “Ah, that’s too bad.”

(Not only am I getting creepy vibes from this guy, but his breath smells terrible. It’s all I can do to keep a pleasant smile on my face and not duck under my register.)

Me: “Is there anything else I can help you with, sir?”

Elderly Man: *remaining way too close and gesturing to the customer service desk* “Oh, no, I’m just waiting for my wife.”

Has A False Sense Of Security

| NM, USA | Extra Stupid, Money, Theme Of The Month

(I work outside of an ATM at night. I drive a company vehicle with the word SECURITY and the company phone number on both sides. One night a woman pulls up to the ATM. She sits in her car for a few minutes, and I can’t see through the tinted windows. Eventually the door flies open, and she runs as fast as she can into the small room where the ATM is. I can’t actually see the ATM or what she’s doing until she comes back to the door, but she comes to the door, leans against it, and watches me intently. I don’t do anything, but I know where this is going. After a few minutes and realizing I don’t want to waste the police’s time, I move the car to a parking spot (passing the bank door so she can see the side of the car), and get out of the car. As soon as I open the car door, she bolts as fast as she can from the bank into her car. Then she rolls down the window an inch, sees me (in a security uniform, with a badge on it) and screams:)

Customer: “I DON’T KNOW WHO YOU ARE OR WHY YOU’RE WATCHING ME, BUT I’M GOING TO CALL THE NUMBER ON THE SIDE OF YOUR CAR AND GET YOU ARRESTED! CREEPY PERSON SITTING OUTSIDE THE BANK! DON’T FOLLOW ME!”

(I never heard anything more about this incident, so she must not have called, but I can’t understand how she saw the number, but not the SECURITY written right above it.)

Gotta Hand It To Him

| Campbellton, NB, USA | Bizarre, Rude & Risque, Theme Of The Month

(There is a really creepy guy who comes into our store almost every day. He usually just chats with the female staff, telling us all how sexy we are and inviting us over for coffee, and is generally harmless. One day near Halloween I am on a ladder stocking a shelf when I feel someone rubbing my backside. I jump, nearly falling off my ladder, and turned around in time to see the creepy customer, smiling strangely at me.)

Me: “Excuse me. Did you just touch my bottom?”

Customer: “Who, me? No. No, not me.”

Me: “I’m sure someone just touched me, and you were right there. Did you see who it might have been?”

(The customer then holds up a rubber decorative hand from the Halloween department and looks me dead in the eye.)

Customer: “It was him… I HAD NOTHING TO DO WITH IT! IT WAS THE HAND! Unless you liked it…” *winks at me* “…then it was me.”

(He walks out holding the fake hand above his head, the whole time shouting to nobody in particular.)

Customer: “It was the hand! Not me, but the hand! Come over for coffee and see what my hand can do!

(We didn’t even bother to stop him from walking out without paying for it. The $2 just wasn’t worth it.)

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