The Blue Sky Is Falling

| West Weber, UT, USA | Movies & TV, Technology

(‘Skyfall’ has just come out on DVD. A female customer in her 40s is looking through a shelf. She seems confused, so I go to help.)

Me: “Hi, can I help you?”

Customer: “Yes, I’m looking for Skyfall on Blu-Ray.”

Me: “This way.”

(I show her the Blu-Ray.)

Customer: “Thanks.”

(I ring the customer up, and she stares at the DVD when I hand it to her.)

Customer: “That’s not the right one.”

Me: “Really?”

Customer: “Yes, it’s Blu-Ray.”

(I check and it definitely is Blu-Ray.)

Me: “It is Blu-Ray.”

Customer: “It’s not blue!”

One Good Store Deserves Another

| Lincoln, NE, USA | Crazy Requests

(I’m stationed at the front register, and so most phone calls and customer questions go through me. An hour into my shift, the phone rings.)

Me: “Thank you for calling Walgreens at [intersection]. How may I help you?”

Caller: “What’s the address for the nearest CVS?”

Me: “Ma’am, you’re calling Walgreens.”

Caller: *irately* “Yes, and I want you to tell me where CVS is!”

Me: “Well, I’m at [intersection], and there’s one right across the street, if that help—”

Caller: *hangs up*

(The incident is a little odd, but new customers come through my line almost immediately, and I forget about it. Three hours later, a customer comes in and heads straight for my register.)

Customer: “What are the hours for the CVS pharmacy?”

Me: “I’m not sure, ma’am. You’re actually in Walgreens.”

Customer: *irately* “Yes, and I want to know the hours for CVS!”

(At this point, I realize that this is the same customer I’d spoken to on the phone.)

Me: “I don’t have any idea. We aren’t actually affiliated with CVS, but—”

Customer: “GOD, you don’t have to be so rude to me! I’ll call your manager!” *storms out*

Sold A Game, Bought A Life-Lesson

| Helsinki, Finland | Bad Behavior, Criminal & Illegal, Top

(I work in a store that sells and buys used games, consoles and computers. We require that everyone who sells us something shows an ID. A young customer comes to the store to sell PS3 games.)

Me: “Hey there. What have you got for us?”

Customer: “Some games.”

(He puts the games on the counter. I check them and we agree on the price.)

Me: “Okay, I’ll need your ID please.”

Customer: “What! No! Why?”

Me: “It’s store policy, and it really helps with cutting down the amount of people trying to sell us stolen items. I know it’s a bit of drag when selling just games, but we buy a lot of expensive electronics as well. There’s no way around it I’m afraid.”

Customer: “No one is required to carry around an ID in Finland! That is the law! We are free here.”

Me: “Sure, but I’m not required to buy these games from you either.”

Customer: “But I don’t have to have my ID with me. It’s the f***** law. Check it, you ignorant dumb-a**!”

Me: “What that law means is that you can’t get arrested for being without an ID, but there is still a whole bunch of stuff that you can’t do. You can’t get a loan from the bank, make a phone contract etc… I’m done arguing about this. Show me an ID, or I won’t buy these games. It’s as simple as that.”

Customer: “Fine! Whatever!”

(The customer throws his ID on the counter, fuming. We get the transaction done, and he goes to the shopping area to look at the games on sale. After awhile the alarm at the door goes off. I look up and see the same customer bolting from the store. A coworker starts to run after him. I stop him.)

Me: “Don’t bother. That guy just sold us some games.”

(My coworker laughs so hard he has to go to the office. I look up the customer’s info and call the number services to get his phone number. I call him and he answers.)

Customer: “Yeah?”

Me: “Hey, this is [me] from [store].”

(There is a long silence.)

Me: “Yeah, if you could just bring back the games you stole, that would be great.”

Customer: “I, uh…”

Me: “Otherwise we will be forced to contact the police. Come now and we can settle this.”

Customer: *sheepishly* “Okay. Don’t call the police, please.”

Me: “Be here in five minutes.”

(After about two minutes he comes running through the door. I take him to the office, and he gives me back the stolen game. I look at him closely and can see that he is really scared.)

Customer: “I’m so sorry! I’m not a thief. I just got pissed because of the whole ID argument, and wasn’t thinking straight. My dad is a lawyer, and I guess I thought I knew about this stuff. I was stupid and wrong. Please don’t call the police; I’m not a criminal.”

(I believe him, and actually feel kind of sorry for him. He is only 18 after all, and everyone makes mistakes.)

Me: “Okay, I believe you have learned a lesson. We forgive you, and the matter is settled.”

(He thanks me profusely and leaves. The next day he shows up to the store with some candy and pastries for the whole staff. Over the next months he has become a regular of the store. He is always very polite and nice and has even been seen arranging the games after other customers have messed up the shelves. He is a far cry from the arrogant brat that came to the store the first time. Everyone deserves a break.)