Engage The Brain Before The Mouth

| Boulder, CO, USA | Bad Behavior, Bizarre, Extra Stupid, Love/Romance

(I am 20 years old. I work in a store that sells t-shirts and novelty items to tourists. Much of my job involves folding shirts. A customer comes up and rummages through my pile of freshly folded, random shirts, unfolding five or six of them and dropping them on the floor.)

Customer: “None of these shirts are the same, or in my size!”

Me: “I’m sorry, ma’am; these are shirts from the children’s section that I’m refolding. If you saw any you like, we have many of the same ones in adult—”

(The customer interrupts me as she spots my engagement ring.)

Customer: “What is that on your finger? You are too young to be married!”

Me: “It’s an engagement ring; my boyfriend of two years just proposed to me, but we don’t plan on getting married until after we finish college.”

Customer: “I can’t believe how you teens just throw marriage around like it’s nothing! You just get married so you can have pre-marital sex and babies out of wedlock! You should wait until you at least have a job! You should be ashamed!”

(The customer knocks down the rest of my shirt pile and storms out. A coworker has witnessed the entire exchange.)

Coworker: “I don’t think she thought about what she just said at all.”

Getting All Hancocked Over A Benjamin

| TX, USA | At The Checkout, Liars & Scammers, Money, Theme Of The Month

(I am ringing up a customer. After I tell him his total, he decides to continue shopping. He tries to hand me a $100 bill, but I tell him to hold on to it until he’s done shopping. I watch him shove it in his pocket. A few minutes later, he comes back with a second item.)

Me: “Your total today is $32.44.”

(The customer grabs the bag and begins to walk away.)

Me: “Sir, you still need to pay for your purchase. It’s $32.44.”

Customer: “I already gave you $100!”

Me: “No, I asked you to hold on to your money until you finished shopping.”

Customer: “Nu-uh, you put it in the register.”

Me: “Sir, it’s in your right pants pocket.”

(He reaches in, pulls out the bill, and hastily shoves it back in his pocket.)

Customer: “I saw you take it! Hey everyone! This b**** stole my money!”

Me: “Sir, I assure you that your money is in your pocket.”

Customer: “Nah, f*** you, b****! Give me back my money!”

(He then comes over the counter at me as I’m dialing security. I give him my ‘don’t mess with me’ glare and he backs off, but moves on to threatening the other customers, saying they were all on it and that one of them has his money. Security finally arrives and escorts him out, banning him from the premises.)

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Given Short Shrift At The Thrift

| Portland, OR, USA | Bad Behavior, Crazy Requests

(I am shopping at a thrift store. A customer barges up to me with a dress in her hand and waves it in my face.)

Customer: “Excuse me, do you work here?”

Me: “No… sorry.”

Customer: “You LOOK like you work here. I can’t find this dress in a small.”

Me: “…yeah, that’s the problem with these thrift stores. Not always the right sizes.”

Customer: “Where can I find it in a small?”

Me: “I don’t know. You may have to pick another dress.”

(The customer stares at me a minute, suspiciously, as I’m going through a rack.)

Customer: “Where are the size-eight shoes?”

Me: “I don’t know. Normally they’re over there, but they just rearranged everything so I don’t know. You’ll have to ask someone who works here.”

Customer: “I need shoes to match this dress in a size eight!”

Me: “Good luck!”

Customer: “You are NO HELP AT ALL!”

(The customer flings the dress at me and storms over to the shoes. She starts scattering them all over, and demanding to the room in general that she needs a size eight. One of the poor employees ended up getting stuck with pampering her the entire time I was there.)