We Need Signs In Stupid

| Calgary, Canada | Extra Stupid

(I am working at the security entrance of the airport. Baggage carts are not allowed into the gate area. I see a gentleman approaching with a cart and it doesn’t look like he is about to store it in the rack. Sure enough, he comes up to the entrance with his cart.)

Me: “I’m sorry, sir, but the cart is not allowed in the secure area. Please put it in the rack provided.”

Passenger: “Well, there’s no sign.”

(I point to one of the two signs framing our door clearly depicting a cart with a red circle and line running through it, indicating the cart was banned.)

Passenger: “Well, it’s not in English!”

Me: “Sir, it’s a pictograph. It’s supposed to be easily recognized and understood no matter what language you speak.”

Passenger: “IT’S STILL NOT IN ENGLISH!”

The Terrors Of Terminology

| Guildford, Surrey, England, UK | Family & Kids, Rude & Risque, Top

(People have all sorts of names for the sides, or temples, of spectacle frames. I have heard them called “legs”, “props”, “wings”, and “crutches”, among other things. A very strident woman marches into our practice with her teenage daughter in tow.)

Customer: *loudly* “I want you to spread my daughter’s legs. They won’t go behind her ears.”

Me: *speechless*

Customer’s daughter: *speechless and cringing with embarrassment*

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The Horrors Of Mispronunciation, Part 3
The Horrors Of Mispronunciation, Part 2
The Horrors Of Mispronunciation

Next Time, Just Leave The Vice Out Of Advice

New Jersey, USA | Family & Kids

(In our store is a small deli that I work at. A man comes up, orders some ham, and converses with me as I prepare it for him.)

Customer: “Are you in college?”

Me: “Yes, actually, this job helps me pay for it.”

Customer: “What are you studying? Nursing?”

Me: “English, actually.”

Customer: “That’s no good. All the smartest women have been going into nursing or medicine or fields like that. You won’t get any money studying English.”

Me: “Um, I sure hope not, but I’ll see. I’m only a freshman after all. I may change majors.”

(I try to turn back to my work, a little embarrassed, but he keeps talking.)

Customer: “Yep, my daughter went into nursing after I insisted she study it. She even worked as a doctor’s assistant for six months!”

Me: “That’s good to hear. Is she still in school?”

Customer: “No, she actually dropped out right after that and has some bad drug issues right now, but I don’t think it’ll last long.”

Me: *shocked* “Oh…well…I hope she recovers soon.”

Customer: “It’s not a problem. She’ll be a nurse if I have any say about it. And I hope you reconsider too!”

Say My Name, (Don’t) Say My Name

| Pennsylvania, USA | Uncategorized

(I work at a call center as a customer service representative for prepaid debit cards, payroll cards and rewards cards.)

Me: “Thank you for calling [company]. My name is Jordan. May I have your card number, please?”

Customer: “Jordan, huh? Like the river?”

Me: “Yes, sir.”

Customer: “Well, in that case, I’d love to take a swim in your river, honey.”

Me: “Sir?”

Customer: “Please, you don’t have to call me sir. Call me [first name].”

Me: “Alright, [first name].”

Customer: “Oh, I love the way you say my name. Could you say it again?”

Me: “I beg your pardon? Is there anything I can do for you today?”

Customer: “No, Jordan. I’m fine.”

Me: “Okay. Well, thank you for calling [company] and you enjoy your day, sir.”

Customer: “Now, Jordan, what did I say about that?”

Me: “I’m sorry. I meant [first name].”

Customer: “There we go. Thank you, Jordan. Bye bye, now!”

When Customers Get Cheeky

| Washington, USA | Uncategorized

(I work retail and I am leading a customer to the fitting room. I usually end up walking in front of customers on the way to the back of the store and this is the conversation that takes place.)

Customer: “May I ask you a personal question?”

Me: “Uh, yeah, I guess.”

Customer: “Is your butt fake?”

Me: “Excuse me?!”

Customer: “Your butt. Are you wearing padded underwear or do you have implants?”

Me: “Wow…no. My butt is real, ma’am.”

Customer: “I was just wondering, because it seems too big and perfect to be real! You go girl!”

Me: “Thanks…”

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