Fire Breathing Dragon

| Salem, OR, USA | Bizarre, Family & Kids, Pets & Animals

(I work at a pet cremation place. I pick up a call.)

Caller: “Hello. Is this [Business Name]?”

Me: “Yes, it is. How may I help you?”

Caller: “Well, my son’s lizard just passed away. He’s quite upset over it and was wanting to get it cremated. Do you cremate bearded dragons?”

(I can hear her son crying in the background.)

Me: “Yes, we do. So long as the animal fits in the ovens, we’ll cremate them. I’m sorry about your son’s lizard. How old is he?”

Caller: “My son’s 15, but he’s autistic, and this lizard was his best friend.”

Me: “I’m very sorry for him.”

Caller: “Thank you. Would it be possible to bring the lizard in today?”

Me: “Yes, if you can bring it by about 2:00 pm.”

Boy: *overheard* “Mom, he’s breathing!”

Caller: *not listening to him* “That’s nice, honey.” *to me* “Should we bring the lizard in a box? We have him in a tissue box now.”

Boy: “See, mom?”

Caller: “Oh s***! F****** h***! He just thrust the lizard into my face and it’s moving! What the h*** did you do, [Boy’s Name]!?”

Boy: “I flipped him over to check his pulse and he started moving. He isn’t dead!”

(I can hear the boy laughing now, and talking to the lizard.)

Caller: “Apparently the lizard isn’t dead, and we won’t be bringing him in. Sorry for wasting your time. Have a good day.”

Foiled His Plans

| OH, USA | Extra Stupid, Geography, Math & Science

Customer: “I need some paint for my trailer.”

Me: “Okay. What material is it made from? I’m assuming metal?”

Customer: “No. It’s aluminum.”

Me: “Aluminum is a kind of metal, sir.”

Customer: “No, it isn’t! Aluminum doesn’t come from underground!”

Needs To Return Up The River

| IN, USA | Books & Reading, Extra Stupid

Customer: “Hi. I’d like to exchange this book for this other one, please.”

Me: “I’m happy to help. Was there a problem with the book you’re returning?”

Customer: “No. It just wasn’t the right one.”

Me: “All right. Do you have your receipt?”

Customer: “No. I bought it online.”

Me: “Oh, I see. May I have your name, please?”

(The customer tells me her name and I pull up our store’s order records on the computer.)

Me: “I’m sorry; I don’t see anything on our records under your name. Did you order the book on someone else’s account, perhaps?”

Customer: “No. I definitely ordered it myself.”

Me: “Hmm…”

(I try everything I can think of to find a record of the transaction. After about five minutes of fruitless searching, the customer pipes up.)

Customer: “Does it make a difference that I ordered it on Amazon?”

Me: “…I’m sorry. What?”

Customer: “I bought this on Amazon. I was kinda hoping you could just take this one that I got and give me this book off your shelves.”

Me: “…No, ma’am. It doesn’t work like that.”

Customer: “Why not? I come in with a book, I leave with a book. You lose a book and gain a book. It all works out in the end.”

Me: “Ma’am, you have to actually buy a book from us to return it to us.”

Customer: “Oh, really?”