She Let It Get To Her Head

| Columbus, OH, USA | Bad Behavior, Crazy Requests

(A customer comes to the counter with an expensive hair treatment.)

Customer: “Excuse me, this appears to be used. Do you have any others?”

Me: “I’m sorry, ma’am. We just finished putting our stock away. If that was the last one on the shelf, then it’s the last one we have.”

Customer: “Well, I suppose I’ll get it anyway. I’ve never tried it before, but I pumped some out and it does feel very nice.”

Me: “Ma’am, were you the one that opened and used it?”

Customer: “Yes, but I had to see what it was like before I spent all this money on it! Now, are you sure there aren’t any more in the back? I really don’t want to buy something that’s been used!”

The Tooth Hurts

| Auckland, New Zealand | Awesome Customers, Food & Drink

(On my way out of the store, I spot an employee who is supposed to be greeting new customers. He is slumped over his ‘Welcome’ stand, half asleep.)

Me: “C’mon buddy, it’s not that bad. The day is almost over.”

Employee: “Yeah, but I really need a coffee. I’m so tired, man.”

(I go to the in-store cafe and buy the guy a coffee. An hour later, I return to the shop, having forgotten some items. I spot the same employee with a bandage around his jaw.)

Me: “What happened, buddy?”

Employee: *not recognizing me* “Some guy bought me coffee. I have really sensitive teeth, so now I got major toothache.”

(Guess I didn’t make his day any better!)

Purchasing Blood Wine

| Atlanta, GA, USA | At The Checkout, Bizarre, Food & Drink, Underaged

(I see two guys who appear to be in their early 20s approach a self-checkout machine with a case of alcohol. One of them appears to have some tissue in his nose. The other is acting nervous. Given the exchange of money between the two, I suspect a third party purchase.)

Me: “Good evening, gentlemen. I’ll just need to see both of your IDs before I approve the sale.”

(The customer with the item in his nose scowls and turns his nose up at me, revealing the dangling string of a tampon.)

Customer: *angrily* “Why do you need to see his ID? I’m buying it.”

Me: “Sir, it’s the law and store policy that I check the IDs of everyone in the party purchasing alcohol.”

Customer: “I guess I’m not buying this then, since he’s under 21!”

(He storms off, leaving alcohol on counter.)

Customer at the next machine: “What the h*** was that? Did he really just try that? And with a tampon in his nose?”