Lack Of Register Does Not Register

| Green Bay, WI, USA | At The Checkout, Extra Stupid, Top

(We’ve been having some problems with one of our registers. It is the first one you see when entering the store, and is often assumed to be the one to use. Today, it has been taken apart, and is being worked on by one of my managers. Parts are all across the counter, and several signs are post staying the register is out of order.)

Me: “You know, I will laugh if a customer comes up and starts unloading their stuff, expecting you to check them out.”

Manager: “The register is taken apart, the screen is off, and there are three signs saying this is out of order. I doubt anyone will be that stupid.”

(A customer walks up literally right after my manager says that, and starts unloading and pushing parts out of the way.)

Customer: “Why is this counter so cluttered!?”

Manager: “Ma’am, this register is closed; we’re doing maintenance on it.”

Customer: “Don’t be lazy!” *continues unloading*

Manager: “Ma’am, please go to the other check-out. [My name] will be happy to help you.”

Customer: “No! I came to this one, and YOU WILL help me!”

Manager: “Once again, ma’am, this register is under maintenance. I can not check you out.”

Customer: “Lazy ungrateful brat! Get your manager!”

Manager: “I am the manager on duty. One more outburst like that, and I will have you leave the store.”

(The customer mumbles something, and storms out, leaving her items behind. My manager turns to me.)

Manager: “Alright, you can laugh.”

Turning Down Is A Turn Off

| CA, USA | Rude & Risque

Coworker: “Okay, sir… your order is—”

(I can hear a pornographic film being played in the background.)

Coworker: “Okay, I’m going say this and kindly, but bluntly: sir, I can’t hear you over your pornographic film. Can you turn it down a bit?”

Customer: “Wait, you can hear that?”

Coworker: “Yes, sir, it is quite loud. I’m attempting to give you your order number, but—”

Customer: “Oh…”

Coworker: “Yeah.”

Customer: “You like it?”

Coworker: “Uh… no, actually. If you can turn it down a little I’d be—”

Customer: “What?! Are you telling me to turn off my porn?!”

Coworker: “No, sir, I’m not. However, I’m having a hard time talking over the delivery guy with a medium sausage pizza. If you can turn it down a bit, I can give you your—”

Customer: *click*

I Don’t Work Here, Does Not Work Here, Part 9

| Orange County, CA, USA | Bigotry

(I’m super early for a job interview, so I decide to waste time in a nearby retail store. I’m in the electronic section playing on one of the video game displays. This place’s employees wear very distinct outfits. I’m wearing a black suit with a blue and black tie, and a blue dress shirt. A customer walks up to me holding a pair of headphones.)

Customer: “Excuse me. Can you tell me the price of these?”

(I ignore the customer, thinking he is talking to someone else.)

Customer: “EXCUSE ME! CAN YOU TELL ME THE PRICE OF THESE!?”

Me: “What makes you think I work here?”

Customer: “Because you look like you work here.”

(I see two white women walking by, wearing the company’s uniform. I point at them.)

Me: “Why don’t you go ask them for help? They work here.”

Customer: “They don’t work here. They look too well off to work here. Only black people would work here. This job is perfect for them! Now help me, d*** it!”

(Me being black, the two employees come over and intervene before I lose my cool. I decide to just leave the store. The customer is still shouting at me.)

Customer: “You work here and you know it!”

Related:
I Don’t Work Here, Does Not Work Here, Part 8
I Don’t Work Here, Does Not Work Here, Part 7
I Don’t Work Here, Does Not Work Here, Part 6
I Don’t Work Here, Does Not Work Here, Part 5