Cashier: “Hello, sir. What can I get for you today?”

Customer: “Do you always talk to your customers like that? How rude!”

Cashier: “Excuse me, sir. I’m sorry to have upset you. Was there something I can grab for you today?”

Customer: “Shut up. Just shut up! I just want [Cigarette Brand] and that is all. Can you do that?!”

(By this time, the cashier was turning his back away from the customer to search for the item. He hid his face from the rude man, and asked what the box looked like.)

Customer: “How dare you turn your back to me, boy! Hey, are you listening to me?”

Cashier: “Sorry, sir, I am looking for your cigarettes.”

Customer: “Well, hurry up, then! Jeez, don’t you know what they look like?”

Cashier: “Well, no, sir. I do not. I am afraid I do not smoke, so could you tell me a little more about the pro—”

Customer: “It’s the smallest box there! Hurry up, I’ve not got all day!! Typical of [Store], always hiring foolish, stupid kids on a department they have no knowledge of. Look, it’s grey, if that helps you at all. God d***, kid, hurry the h*** up!”

(I come over to assist our cashier. The customer is leering over the counter and the cashier is slightly going through a bit of a panicked frenzy.)

Me: “Sir, what seems to be the problem here?”

Customer: “Your dumb-a** associate doesn’t know what his smokes are and I am upset that you chose to hire him. Your foolish management and your stupid associates can’t do anything right! I am out of here!”

Me: “I am sorry to hear that, sir, but—”

(Before I can say another word, the customer storms out of the store, not looking back once. I quickly open up the gate to greet the cashier to assure him the customer is gone.)

Me: “Hey, hey now. No worries, the guy is gone. Are you okay?”

Cashier: “I think so…”

Me: “He was just angry because it’s a Monday. You’re all right.”

Cashier: “I suppose so.”

Me: “So, what happened?”

(The cashier then told me everything that happened, and I felt bad so I treated him to a coffee. But that was not the only thing bothering him.)

Me: “Well, what could possibly be wrong that you are a bit unaware of the kinds of cigarettes out here?”

Cashier: “It’s not so much that I don’t know all of them. I know some, but I never smoke. But it doesn’t help describing the color to me…”

Me: “Why is that?”

Cashier: “I’m colorblind.”

Gullible Customers Theme Of The Month Roundup! Here’s a final roundup of stories from last month’s theme of the month!

1. The Other Shoe Never Dropped (1,127 thumbs up)
2. Gno Entry (1,082 thumbs up)
3. The Joke Is Invisible To Him (1,009 thumbs up)
4. Unhappy Customers Can Sour The Milk (964 thumbs up)
5. Someone Toad Him Different (943 thumbs up)

PS #1: check out our Extras section, with pictures, videos, and news galore!

PS #2: Read more roundups here!

(I work in a hotel/casino on graveyard and I am all alone on a busy night. One guest at the end of the line is obviously very upset as she has to wait for about 15 minutes. Another guest, one of our VIPs I’d checked in earlier, walks up and the guest tells her she is been waiting for over an hour and it takes me 30+ minutes to check in one person. The VIP guest defends me, further aggravating the guest.)

Me: “Hi. Sorry for the wait. What can I do for you?”

Guest: “It’s about d*** time! I’ve been waiting over an hour and all I need is a f****** room key!”

Me: “I’m sorry, ma’am. As you can see, I’m all alone tonight—”

Guest: “I don’t care if you’re alone! You should have more people here, then! It’s not my fault if you’re understaffed! I just want a f****** key!”

Me: “Once again, I’m sorry for the wait. Now what is your room number so I can make you a new key?”

Guest: “I don’t know! 17-something-something.”

Me: “Do you have your ID?”

Guest: “You’ve gotta be f****** kidding me!” *flashes her ID from her wallet* “What’s taking so long?! All I need is a f****** key!”

Me: “Ma’am, I’m having a hard time finding you in the system. Is there some other name it could be under?”

Guest: “What? NO! It would be under my name!”

Me: “Are you sure you’re in the right hotel?”

Guest: *obviously unsure of herself* “Yeah. Well, I’m pretty sure…”

Me: “Are you sure you’re not at [Hotel Next Door]?”

(The guest stomps off without a word, embarrassed.)

VIP Guest: “She made all that fuss and wasn’t even in the right hotel? She should probably stop drinking.”

(I am on the bus home when a middle-aged woman gets on. The bus is far from empty, but there are several free seats left. Nonetheless, she approaches a teenage girl sitting down towards the front.)

Lady: “I need that seat.”

Girl: *in halting, heavily-accented French* “I’m sorry, I don’t…”

Lady: “I NEED that seat. I need it now. I have a pass. I need it.”

Girl: “I… there are other…”

Lady: “BUT I NEED THAT SEAT.”

(The girl apparently gave up, and decided to move to one of the free seats nearby. The woman sat her bag down on the vacated seat and proceeded to stand next to it with a faint air of triumph for the rest of her journey – all of three stops down the road.)

(My husband and I are flying on a late Friday evening flight on a major air carrier and have just pushed back from the gate when the plane stops. We sit for less than five minutes when the pilot comes on the intercom and announces that we would be delayed slightly.)

Pilot: “I thought I saw something odd with one of our engines as we started to pull out. It’s probably nothing, but we want to check it to make sure. It will be just a few minutes, folks.”

(At this point, the passenger behind us, who is dressed in a business suit, starts making comments.)

Passenger: “I hate this f****** airline! I’ve been late twice in the past few months, and they can’t ever get their act together. Now we’re going to be late again. They need to get this f****** show on the road!”

(Less than ten minutes go by, with the passenger behind us swearing and commenting loudly and rudely to the man next to him, as well as calling a couple of people on his cell phone and roundly abusing the airline in very foul-mouthed language. Then the pilot comes on the com again.)

Pilot: “Folks, we’re spraying gas from our number two engine, and I’ve called the mechanic to come look at it and see if it’s serious, or is something that can be fixed. I’m afraid there will be about a half hour delay while we determine what’s going on with the engine.”

(At this point, the obnoxious passenger behind us calls one of the flight attendants over and starts ranting.)

Passenger: “Your f****** airline is such a piece of s***! I’ve been working hard for two days and I need to get home to my wife, and now this f****** flight is delayed! My time is valuable, you know!”

Attendant: “I’m very sorry, sir. We prefer to be safe, and hopefully it will be something that is easy to fix.”

Passenger: “Yeah, always excuses! You people are such a bunch of f***-ups. My wife is going to be livid when she finds out we’re delayed! Get that f****** mechanic out there now, and get this plane moving! That f****** pilot is making me late! I’ve got places to be!”

Attendant: “Everyone on this plane has somewhere to be, sir. I daresay that the pilot would like nothing better than to be done with this flight and getting to bed. I and the rest of the crew would like to be getting through with this flight and going off to bed, as well. I’m going to be late going home to my own family.”

Passenger: “I’m an important businessman, and I need to get home! Your screw-up is what’s the problem, and I’m going to file a complaint against this f****** airline! Who cares about you, anyway? You’re just a bunch of pathetic losers who work for a f***-up airline. I’m never going to fly with your f****** airline again, because I won’t get in until after midnight at this rate! Thanks for screwing up the start of my weekend, a**hole! You can take your f****** airline and shove it!”

(My husband, at this point, has had enough, and stands up to glower down at the obnoxious businessman. I’ve rarely seen him angry, but when he finally reaches that point, he can be intimidating.)

Husband: “Look, this airplane has a mechanical problem, and the crew are doing everything they can to resolve it. Stop acting like an a-hole to the attendant, because he’s in the same boat we all are. And I’m SICK of listening to you whine and swear about how you’re going to be late. Fine, we’re all going to be late. I would rather be late landing in our destination than end up DEAD wherever we land when the PLANE FALLS OUT OF THE SKY when the ENGINE SELF-DESTRUCTS! GOT IT? Good!”

(The attendant smiled and a couple other passengers flashed a thumbs-up at my husband. The obnoxious passenger got very quiet from there on out. The engine turned out to have a serious problem. We exited the plane shortly after the mechanic took a look at the engine, and the airline found us another aircraft. We were several hours late, but we didn’t hear from the obnoxious guy again, because my husband was right. Better to arrive in the middle of the night than not arrive at all!)

Did you find this story using our Airline Staff roundup?

Click here to get back to it!

Click here to see the next story.