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Like A Baby Pushing A Triangle Through A Circular Hole

, , , | Right | January 26, 2019

(A woman comes in looking for a cable, and it is clear someone had sent her and she doesn’t know anything more than that.)

Me: “Hello, miss, can I help you find something?”

Customer: “I need a cable.”

Me: “Okay, no problem. What kind of cable?”

Customer: “It’s a cable.”

Me: “Hmm. What does this cable plug into?”

Customer: “It’s… it’s a cable.”

Me: “Okay, what does this cable look like?”

Customer: “Well, on one end, it’s a circle, but it’s kind of like a triangle…”

Me: “…and what does the other end look like?”

Customer: “Well, you know… it’s… it’s a cable!”

(I was a little new and went to get my manager, who ended up deciphering her request, ultimately selling her an XLR microphone cable. In my defense, it took about fifteen minutes for him to pinpoint exactly what she needed.)

The Caller Creeped Her Out: It Was Super Effective

, , , , , | Right | January 26, 2019

(I work for a company that makes electronic toys under license and sells only to retailers. Our biggest products are very famous and attract a wide range of people from children to adults, but also a surprising number of people with… problems of one sort or another, who seem adept at finding our telephone number. It’s getting near Christmas and we’ve just hired a temporary member of staff to help with the rush. The phone rings and she answers.)

Temp: “Uh huh. Yeah, I see. Can I pass you on to—“

(She looks appalled. I stand up from my desk.)

Temp: “Um, I don’t think… No, we don’t…”

(I go to take the phone from her.)

Temp: “NO! CERTAINLY NOT! Wait… did you just… Oh, my god, he did. UGH!”

(She slams the phone down.)

Me: “I’m sorry, we should’ve warned you. We get these types of call now and again.”

Temp: “But he was doing it while talking about [Toy Product]! That’s DISGUSTING!”

Me: “Yeah, kinda. It happens. He’s done it on me, too. Are you okay? Do you want a break? Or do you need to go home?”

Temp: “I… I think I’ll just go wash my hands, if that’s okay?”

Me: “Off you pop.”

(She never came back. Somehow I don’t blame her.)

Someone Really Needed To Go

, , , , | Right | January 26, 2019

(I need to use the bathroom while shopping with my ten-month-old, and as I’m definitely not going to leave her unattended I go to the baby changing room. As I’m finishing my own business someone tries to open the door. It’s clearly locked, so after a few seconds they knock.)

Me: *shouting* “Just a minute!”

(I didn’t think I’d be heard but continue washing my hands, taking my time as it’s somewhat common sense that the room is occupied if it’s locked. As I’m loudly babbling to my baby I hear voices and another knock at the door.)

Me: *more aggressively* “In a minute!!”

(Suddenly, the door unlocks and a cleaner puts her head around the door.)

Cleaner: “Oh, sorry!” *to whoever couldn’t wait* “There’s someone in there..”

(I didn’t respond, as I was somewhat stunned that anyone would get the cleaners to open the door rather than wait for less than five minutes..)

Rental Mental

, , , , | Right | January 26, 2019

(I get into work to find out that a customer that I had problems with a month ago had stopped in. This customer tried to rent on account that had an ID check required, and we couldn’t get ahold of the person on the account. I let her rent that one time because she had little children with her, but I told her that to rent again she either needs to bring an ID to set up her own account, or she needs to make sure the person gives us a call or is reachable. This time, I am informed that she was in by my employee and from a note from another customer. When we informed her why we couldn’t rent to her, she became very aggressive. She called my employee names and even threatened to be back for her. I get the “a-ok” from a district manager to kick her out of the store.)

Me: “Hi! Did you find everything okay today?”

Customer: “Yes.”

Me: “Great! What is the number on the account?”

Customer: “DONALD TRUMP!”

Me: “I’m sorry? I need the number for the account.”

Customer: “Donald Trump!”

Me: *laughs* “I’m sorry, what is the number?”

(She tells me the number, but it is a number she bullied a previous employee to change to. We deleted that number due to the fact that she isn’t the account holder and doesn’t have the right to use it.)

Me: “I’m sorry, it looks like it isn’t coming up.”

Customer: “Whaaaat? That’s weeeirdd.”

Me: “Again, I’m sorry about that. What is the name on the account?”

Customer: “[Account Name].”

Me: “Great! I found it! It looks like I need to see a photo ID.”

Customer: “Oh, I’m sorry. I don’t have one.”

Me: “No worries, I just need to give the account holder a call to make sure it’s okay. Do you know her number?”

Customer: *tells me number*

(As I am beginning to dial it, she starts to rant about how poorly the two other girls have treated her the last two days. She proceeds to call them names to my face, and then finishes it up with, “Not like you give a s***.” While I was all for humoring her to see if maybe she had just been having a bad day before and took it out on my employees, I stop what I am doing and put down the phone.)

Me: “I’m sorry, is your name [Customer]?”

Customer: “Yes.”

Me: “All right, well, I’m really sorry, but this store is no longer going to be able to rent to you. I had customers leave notes and call here earlier today about how you brought a very negative experience to them, and we take a positive atmosphere here very seriously. If you want, I can give you the district manager’s email and you can talk with her about resolving the situation. Until then, you will not be allowed back in the store.”

Customer: “So, you’re telling me, my niece and I just walked here in the cold at nine pm at night, and we can’t rent movies?”

Me: “Yes, I’m sorry. Normally, I’d inform you to have a photo ID to set up your own account, but because I had customers complain, I have to ask you never to return.”

Customer: *picks up her niece* “What do we think of this mean lady?”

Niece: *three years old* “You’re a [slur].”

Me: “Okey dokey. Well, here is the email. You know what you need to do.”

A Crappy Turn Of Events

, , , | Right | January 26, 2019

Manager: *whispering* “Someone pooped in the pool.”

Me: “What!”

Manager: “I know. I saw two little brown things and… yup, it was poop.”

Me: “Gross!”

(He calls the maintenance guy to come and scoop it out, and add some more chemicals. Later, after they have both left, I’m by myself checking a large group of high-schoolers, and they go and have a pool party. Things get out of had soon and they start skinny dipping, which is NOT allowed, but kids will be kids. After, they pass by my desk.)

High School Guy #1: “Wow, man. That was crazy, yo!”

High School Guy #2: “Yeah, did you see when they took off their clothes?”

(The girls from their group blush and giggle.)

Me: “Yeah, good thing that we cleaned that poop up before you skinny-dipped!”

(Their faces were priceless. The girls went to shower and the guys guffawed!)