Putting Your Son Into A Sweet Disposition

| USA | Family & Kids, Food & Drink, Liars & Scammers, Theme Of The Month

(I work in a little sweet shop. We have a promotion going on where you can get two free sweets if you can spin a wheel and get it to land on the prize. The front door opens and a young boy and his mother walk in.)

Me: “Hello, welcome to [store name].”

Mother: “Hi, I was told I could get some free candy here.”

Me: “That’s right; you can get two free sweets of your choice if you can get a win on the prize wheel!”

Boy: “I wanna try!”

(The mother grumbles angrily. The boy walks over to the counter and takes hold of the wheel.)

Me: “Okay, good luck, you have one chance, okay?”

Boy: “Got it!”

(The boy spins, but the spinner doesn’t land on ‘Winner’. The boy shrugs and walks back to his mother.)

Mother: “Where’s his candy?!”

Me: “I’m sorry?”

Mother: “You said, he’d get free candy.”

Me: “Yes, if he was able to spin to win. Maybe next time, okay little guy?”

Boy: “Always next time, Mom.”

Mother: “Look at him! He’s distraught! You made my son unhappy! Get your manager.”

Me: “Yes, ma’am.”

(The boy is dragged by his ear to the corner of the shop and is whispered to.)

Manager: “What seems to be the problem, miss?”

Mother: “She made my son cry! He won the free candy, fair and square!”

Boy: “No I—”

(The mother gives him a glare.)

Manager: “I’m sorry for your troubles; I’ll give you the candy you won.”

(He gives the boy two pieces of our signature candy, and they leave the store.)

Manager: “Sorry about that; it’s not worth a fight. Not much lost really.”

Me: “But I—”

(I am cut off by the door slowly creaking open. The boy is back, now alone.)

Boy: “Here’s your candy back; sorry about my Mom. I know I didn’t win.”

Me: “Thank you so much, but you can—”

(He leaves before I can finish. I will always remember the little boy’s honesty, even though none of us ever saw him in the shop again.)

A Wee Bit Foreign, Part 2

| Brisbane, QLD, Australia | At The Checkout, Bigotry, Language & Words

(I am Scottish, and working the registers.)

Me: “Hi, how are you today, ma’am?”

Customer: “Pardon?”

Me: “Uh, was just asking how you were going today.”

Customer: “Wow, that’s a strong accent you have there. Are you working whilst backpacking or something?”

Me: “No, ma’am, I have lived here for the last 10 years now. Moved over here with my parents.”

(I continue scanning and packing the customer’s items, while she just stares at me blankly.)

Customer: “So, if you’ve been here so long, how come you still can’t talk properly?”

Me: “Uh… I’m sorry, ma’am?”

Customer: “Oh, it’s alright. Not your fault you’re a bit slow.”

(After finishing the transaction in stunned silence, she thanks me and leaves with her items. I look over at my supervisor who heard the exchange.)

Supervisor: “You always get the interesting ones, don’t you?”

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Trying To Take You For A Ride

| USA | Family & Kids, Liars & Scammers, Theme Of The Month

(Our carousel has a height requirement: 45 inches and smaller require an adult with them. We allow 15 year olds and up to accompany a small child. A girl is coming into line with her little sister, who is not tall enough to ride alone. I don’t believe the older sister is 15.)

Me: “How old are you?”

Older Sister: “I’m 11.”

Me: “Oh, I’m sorry. You have to be at least 15 to bring a child on. Is Mom or Dad with you?”

(The girls walk away, and come back with their mom.)

Mom: “You won’t let the big one go with her? She’s fifteen.”

Me: “Well, she just told me she was 11.”

Mom: *shuts up*