Hasn’t Read The Risks On The Web

| Greenville, SC, USA | Family & Kids, Pets & Animals

(Some friends and I volunteer for a local charity event at the zoo. We are in superhero costumes since the zoo is filled with daycare-age children that want to see their favorite superheroes. I am costumed as Spider-Man.)

Mother: “Excuse me, Spider-Man? My son is a huge fan of yours!”

(The mother points to a child covered in Spider-Man merchandise, from his hat to his shoes.)

Me: “Well, hey. Always great to meet a fan! Does he want a picture?”

Mother: “Well, actually, I was wondering if you could do me a favor.”

Me: “Well, sure. What do you need?”

Mother: “Well, my son really wants to go into the insect and arachnid enclosure, but I’m terrified of spiders. Would you be able to take him in there? He would trust you.”

Me: “Ma’am, did you just ask me, a guy you don’t know, to take your child into a dark, enclosed room? You don’t even know what I look like under this mask.”

(The mother gave me a deer-in-the-headlights look and then walked away. Surprisingly, she came back 10 minutes later and had her son get a picture with me!)

Red Light Bulb Moment

| Germany | Hall of Fame, Rude & Risque, Top

(I am in a recently opened restaurant. I overhear this conversation at the table next to me. At the table is a large family.)

Customer: “Has there ever been another restaurant in this building? The place looks so familiar.”

Waitress: “I do not know. The building has been vacant for many years.”

Customer: “I remember the stained glass windows and the spiral stairs. I am sure I have been here before.”

(Just then, another waiter passes the table.)

Waitress: “Do you know if there has ever been another restaurant in this place?”

Waiter: “No. Until they went out of business a few years ago this place was a brothel.”

(There is an awkward silence at the table.)

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Flip Flop Flop

| NM, USA | At The Checkout, Bizarre, Money, Theme Of The Month

(I work in a department store selling shoes. I’m all alone in my department one night. A rather bedraggled looking customer comes in, grabs a display sandal, and slams them on my counter.)

Customer: “I want to buy these.”

Me: “Okay. What size do you need?”

Customer: “Whatever. Just pick one.”

(I look down at his feet to estimate his size, and notice he is barefoot. I go back into the stock room and grab a pair of the sandals he wants. When I get back out to the counter, security is standing there waiting.)

Me: “Okay, sir. I grabbed you a nine. Do you want to try them on?”

Customer: “No. Just ring them up.”

Me: “Okay. That’ll be $107.80.”

(The customer rummages through his wallet for several minutes, and finally hands me $4.)

Me: “Thank you, sir. Now we just need $103.80.”

Customer: “I handed it to you, sweetie.”

Me: “You only handed me $4. That’s not enough for these shoes.”

Customer: “Oh, gosh, sweetie. I’m sorry. Here.”

(The customer hands me another stack of dollar bills, which I count. He’s still about $70 short.)

Me: “Okay. That’ll be another $70.”

Customer: “I already gave it to you!”

(I count out the total bills he handed me, and show him my screen showing the total. I grab a calculator and work out the difference for him.)

Customer: “I’M TELLING YOU, I ALREADY PAID YOU!”

Security: “You didn’t pay her enough, sir.”

Customer: “Screw this place!”

(The customer takes his money back and storms out the door.)

Me: *to security* “Well, that was interesting.”

Security: “I told him he couldn’t be in here without shoes, so he said he’d go buy some. Glad to see that worked out for him.”