First Class Has No Class

| France | Right | March 14, 2014

(A group of friends and I are just coming back from backpacking in southern France when our train breaks down. All passengers are advised to take another train; however, it is already full. As there is no more standing room in the second class, we head to the first class. We ask the ticket inspector if it is allowed. He says it’s fine. A group of businessmen in suits already seated in the first class seem to disagree and call the ticket inspector over.)

Businessman: “Excuse me? Could you please check the tickets of those youngsters? They don’t look like they would have tickets to the first class.”

Ticket Inspector: “They don’t indeed. However, second class is completely full.”

Businessman: “I understand that. However, I am paying your train company several thousands a year and for that, I expect a certain level of service. I am from Switzerland and own a large company myself! Those people only paid for one second class ticket and probably got it from a sale!”

Ticket Inspector: “Again, I apologise. They have paid for their ticket and they have a right to get to Paris, same as you.”

Businessman: “I will be calling your company to let them know about this situation!”

Ticket Inspector: “All right, then, sir. I will chase them out of this compartment. As there is no more space for standing, I will have to stop this train here. They will have to get off here and walk to the next town, and the train will be even more delayed. But at least you, the important businessman, will not have to be near those students. Is that what you want?”

(The businessman gets silent. The people he is travelling with are visibly uncomfortable.)

Ticket inspector: “If you wish to call and complain about me to the company, be my guest. Good bye, sir.”

(On his way out of the first class, the ticket inspector smiles and wishes us a pleasant trip. I only wish I could have bought this man a drink!)

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He’s Driving an ’05 Pontiac Paradox

| Salisbury, MD, USA | Right | March 14, 2014

(I receive a call from a customer who speaks in a completely serious, business-like tone.)

Me: “Thank you for calling [National Auto Parts Store]. This is [My Name] speaking. What are you working on today?”

Customer: “I have a 2005 Pontiac Grand Prix, and I need a Flux Capacitor.”

Me: “I’m sorry. Did you say you need a Flux Capacitor?”

Customer: “Yes. Do you have one?”

Me: “No, the only one who has one of those would be ‘Doc Brown.'”

Customer: “Where are they located?”

Me: “Well, I’m not sure where he is at this point in time…”

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Ashes Of Problem Customers

| Right | March 14, 2014

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You’re Open Today?

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Try Not To Sweat The Sweat Shop

, , | USA | Right | March 13, 2014

(I am in a fitting room, and I overhear a conversation.)

Customer: “I like this top, and this dress, but it doesn’t quite fit well. Do you guys have another one of the same size in the back?”

Coworker: “I’m sorry, ma’am. I know for a fact that that top is the last one we have, and that dress is the last one we have in that size.”

Customer: “Oh… That’s okay. I can wait.”

Coworker: “…”

Customer: “…”

Coworker: “Umm… May I ask what you’re waiting for?”

(The customer leans in to whisper loud enough for everyone in the sixteen fitting room area to hear.)

Customer: “I don’t mean to sound racist or nothing like that… but… like… don’t you guys have little Asian kids in the back to make these?”

Coworker: “Umm… I’m sorry, no… We’re not a sweatshop. All our merchandise is legal.”

Customer: “Oh… Okay…”  *leaves*

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