Very Time (Un)Conscious

| ON, Canada | Bizarre, Time

(I am the receptionist for a chiropractor’s office. A patient had just phoned in to book an appointment.)

Me: “Good Morning! Dr. [Name]’s office. How may I help you?”

Patient: “Hi, yes, I’d like to book an appointment for this morning?”

Me: “Sure thing. I have 10:00 am if that suits you?”

Patient: “Eeeeeh, I need something earlier.”

Me: “Well I also have 9:00 or 9:15.”

Patient: “That’s too soon. I need to stop at the bank and stuff first.”

Me: “Well… I might be able to get you in for 9:45.”

Patient: “I guess I’ll just try that. I might be a little later though.”

Me: “Well, I do still have that 10:00.”

Patient: “No! That’s too late!”

Me: “Okay…  We’ll see you then.”

More Taxing To Some People

| Austin, TX, USA | At The Checkout, Extra Stupid, Money

(A customer brings a pack of gum to the counter. The MSRP, 69 cents, is printed on it.)

Me: “Okay, that’ll be 75 cents.”

Customer: *practically yelling* “No, it says 69 cents right here!”

Me: “Yes, and sales tax makes it 75.”

Customer: “Tax is 8 cents to a dollar, and this is less than a dollar, so there isn’t supposed to be any tax on it!”

Me: “That’s… that’s not how sales tax works…”

(He left without buying the gum.)

Expecting A High Level Of Service

| Toronto, ON, Canada | Bizarre, Health & Body

(I work at a large department store. I am working the closing shift in the men’s clothing department one night. Two young adults come over to look at the underwear, and they reek of marijuana. As I get closer to them, they stop me to ask me a question.)

Customer #1: “Do you work here?”

Me: *pleasantly* “Yes, I do. How can I—”

Customer #1: “Woah. You act like you don’t even wanna deal with us.”

Customer #2: “Yeah. S***…”

Me: “I’m sorry… What can I help you w—”

Customer #2: “Nah, nah, never mind.”

Customer #1: “Yeah, you already treats bad, as a… customer.”

Customer #2: “I won’t come back.”

(They leave, and I am left to ponder what I could have possibly done. Later, I told my supervisor.)

Supervisor: *laughing* “What? What was their problem?”

Me: “High as kites.”

Supervisor: “Ah. Of course. Say no more.”