Attack Of The Tax! Tax season may be over in the U.S., but what happens when you mix clueless customers and too-high taxes? A ca-tax-trophe, that’s what!
- War Can Be Taxing:
The Revolutionary War of 2012: Founding Fathers doing revolutions in their graves due to a brainless populace!
- Taxation With Agitation:
It’s like the Boston Tea Party…except in a gas station…in Tennessee…
- Bacon, Lettuce, and Taxes:
We know that fast food customers will eat anything, but we never knew taxes could be tasty!
- Taxing Customers:
However you add things up, this retail customer is minus a few brain cells.
- Fortunately, It’s Raining Pork Barrels And Earmarks:
Wonder where your tax dollars go? To humongous, lake-covering umbrellas, of course!
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(I’m working the drive through on a busy night and have just handed out a customer’s order. I’m saying “goodbye” when this conversation happens.)
Customer: “Does your left hip hurt?”
Me: *confused* “No…?”
Customer: “Oh, well, how about your throat?”
Me: *wondering what my hip has to do with my throat* “Nope.”
Customer: “Oh, well, that’s good. That’s very good.”
Me: “All right, have a nice night.”
(Please note that I am a young looking 21 year old. I am processing a transaction for an older gentleman.)
Me: “Is there anything else I can do for you today, sir?”
Customer: “Are you…” *mumbles incoherently*
Me: *thinking he said something else* “Oh, yes, I’m new! I’m [name].”
Customer: “No, no, I asked if you were married.”
Me: “What? Um, no, I’m not married. Not yet.”
Customer: “Well, you’d better get on that.” *stares judgmentally and walks away*
(I am a cashier at a drugstore. A man is buying about $60 worth of merchandise.)
Customer: “Can I pay $40 in cash and put the rest on my debit card?”
(I take his money and give him his new total. He swipes his card and the machine asks him if he wants cash back.)
Customer: “Oh, yes, I DO want cash back!”
(He gets $20 in cash back. I look at the $40 in my hand and slowly hand one of his 20’s back to him.)
Customer: *has a moment of clarity* “Hm, that didn’t make much sense, did it?”
Me: “No, sir, not really.”
(He leaves with his head down in shame, clutching a $20 bill.)
(I am working one night in the children’s department. An older man approaches me about buying clothes for his son. Normally, the children’s department only carries clothes for infants, toddlers, and elementary school aged kids.)
Customer: “Excuse me, I’m looking for some clothes for my son. Is there anything you would recommend?”
Me: “The skate and surf wear brands are very popular. Would you like to have a look?”
Customer: “Yes, please.”
(I show him around and let him shop for a few minutes. He later approaches me.)
Customer: “I’m not sure if these clothes will fit my son. Is it okay if we return them in case they don’t fit?”
Me: “Of course. Just making sure, how old is your son?”
Me: “18 months?”
Customer: “No, 18 years.”
Me: “Sir, this area is primarily for infants and toddlers. You’ll want to look in the young men’s department.”
Customer: “Are you sure, miss?”
Me: “Yes, sir, I’m positive.”
They Grow Up So Fast