(The company I work for is in the business of hosting websites. I receive a call from a customer who is having trouble logging into his control panel.)
Customer: “I can’t login to my website.”
Me: “What’s your domain name?”
Me: “That sounds like an email address to me, not a domain.”
Customer: “That’s my dominion.”
Me: “Your domain name should be something like www.[sitename].com.”
Customer: “Right, it’s [username]@yahoo.com.”
Me: “Sir, that’s not a domain name.”
Customer: “Yes, that’s my dominion!”
Dubya Dubya Dubya Dot Duh
(I am stacking the oranges, which is next to the shelf of avocados. A very well-dressed woman in her 40s comes over and starts feeling the avocados while talking to herself loudly.)
Customer: “Wouldn’t you just hate to be an avocado?”
(The woman continues feeling up the avocados.)
Customer: “Hmm. You know what? That’s actually my biggest fear. Becoming an avocado.”
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(A man calls me asking about his balance. The call starts out normal enough. In order get inform on account we need to get ID.)
Me: “Okay, in order to help you, I need your full name and the last four digits of your social security number.”
Me: “Sir, if you want this information, I need to get your information.”
Customer: “I don’t care! I’m not giving you my info!”
Me: “Why not?”
Customer: “You’re just going to give it to your alien overlords!!!”
Me: “Well, sir, we already have your information here. We just need you to provide it so that we can verify–”
Customer: *screams and hangs up*
Close Encounters Of The Dumb Kind
(I work in a specialty meat shop. An older man orders several specific cuts of meat, including a pork loin cut into chops. It is store policy that we ask the customers how they want each item wrapped. When the chops are ready, I overhear this exchange between the customer and a female coworker.)
Coworker: “Sir, how would you want your loin packaged?”
Customer: “Are you propositioning me?”
(Everyone else in the shop bursts into laughter.)