Gonna Put Them Down As Slightly Against It

, , , , | Right | October 5, 2018

(I work at a market research centre where we call people and do surveys. At the moment we’re doing ones on behalf of the local government about nuclear energy. It’s a pretty touchy topic with some people, as it’s about storing nuclear waste.)

Me: “Hi. My name is [My Name] from [Company]. The local government has commissioned us to get the views and opinions of the public on the nuclear industry. Would you be able to share your opinions?”

Resident: “No, I will f****** well not! I am totally against the government wasting their money to pay you to call us up to ask stupid questions! They should be spending that money on more health care for us!”

(At this stage, I go, “Thank you very much, then. Bye,” and hang up, but I am near the end of my tether.)

Me: “Sir, it’s just getting your opinions on the nuclear industry—”

Resident: “Well, I don’t f****** agree with it! They’re going to put it on our land and not even bother consulting us about it!”

Me: “Sir, that is the purpose of these surveys—”

Resident: “Oh, I don’t need a f****** high and mighty university student telling me what to do! A waste of f****** money, you are. You want to hear my opinion? The nuclear industry is a crock of s*** and they should be consulting with us! That’s my opinion! Tell the government that!”

Me: “Sir, if you don’t do the survey, then your opinion in this matter doesn’t count because I have no way to record it. And also, by doing these surveys, the government is trying to consult with you.”

Resident: “It f****** well better count! I have rights and I will be heard! The f****** government should get its head out of its a** and give more funding to us, ‘cause we need it more! And stop paying stuck up b****es like you to call us up for f****** surveys or whatever.”

Me: “Once again, your opinion does not matter since you’re refusing to take part in the survey. I’ve had enough of you. Good day.”

(I could hear him start to violently protest when I hung up. I’m glad I don’t work for commission and know I have the right to hang up if I wish.)

Unfiltered Story #117837

, , | Unfiltered | August 6, 2018

My mother and I were buying some groceries when. I spotted this little exchange.

Two women are standing in front of the Mexican section. A lot of the ingredients can be found much cheaper in other aisles, but they don’t mention specific Mexican dishes in them.

Woman 1: these refused beans are a rip off! Never buy them, for $2 less you can get these taco beans and cook them yourself.
Woman 2: see this is why I always bring you with me! *precedes to pick up taco beans* I’ll save so much money thanks to you!

Me: staring at 75c cans of kidney beans, resisting urge to slam head into shelf at stupidity

What A Diabeetus, Part 7

, , , , , , | Right | August 1, 2018

(I work as a supervisor in a kiosk at a sporting complex. This happens during our rush when I am at the other end of the kiosk. I have had type 1 diabetes since I was two, for eighteen years now.)

Customer: “I would like to talk to the supervisor.”

(I turn and see [Coworker #1] waving me down.)

Me: “Sir, I am the supervisor here; what seems to be the problem?”

Customer: “Do you have any drinks that are sugar-free? I’m diabetic and I can’t have sugary drinks.”

Me: “We have Coke Zero, Diet Coke, and water, sir.”

Customer: “Nothing else?”

Me: “I’m afraid not, sir.”

Customer: “You should have other sugar-free drinks! This is discrimination against me; you’re discriminating against diabetics.”

Me: “Sir, I can assu—”

Customer: *cutting me off* “Do you know what it’s like to have diabetes?”

(He launches into a rant of rhetorical questions about having diabetes. It lasts a couple of minutes, drawing the attention of everyone in line. I haven’t been able to get a word in since he started, but I can’t serve the queue until he is finished. So, I wait for him to take a breath.)

Customer: “And you don’t know what it’s like to have diabetes. I’ve had it for five years; I deserve some respect for that, but no, there are no sugar-free drinks because you don’t know.”

Me: *with a slightly raised voice* “I’ve had it for eighteen years.”

(He freezes, and it’s like the entire queue holds its breath as I smile and continue.)

Me: “Now, is there anything I can help you with today, sir?”

(He shakes his head, looking meek.)

Me: “Very well. The register is right behind you, and I hope you enjoy the game.”

Related:
What A Diabeetus, Part 6
What A Diabeetus, Part 5
What A Diabeetus, Part 4

 

Unfiltered Story #115174

, | Unfiltered | June 21, 2018

[An older, completely Caucasian man walks up to be served.]

Me: Hello! What can I get for you today?

Old man: Can I get a quarter of roast chicken?

Me: Leg or a wing?

Customer: Wing.

Me: Would you like some rice or another side-dish with that? *I gesture to the fried rice, baked potato and pasta options, etc.*

Customer: Oh, yes! Rice! I love my rice! That’s why I’ve got these slanty eyes! *stretches out the corners of his eyes in an offensive fashion*

Me: …

Does Not Register Need To Not Register

, , , , | Right | May 30, 2018

(I work at a CD and DVD store that regularly tracks down hard-to-find titles for customers. On this particular occasion, a man asks us to get in an older film. As I’m putting through the order for him, the following conversation takes place:)

Me: “Have you done an order with us before?”

Customer: “No.”

Me: “All right, I just need a few details from you, then, for this order.”

Customer: “I don’t want to register.”

Me: “I’m sorry?”

Customer: “I don’t want to register. I just want my order.”

Me: “I’m sorry, sir; I just need your first and surname and a phone number for the order.”

Customer: “Yes, but I don’t want to register.”

Me: “I’m not registering you for anything; I promise.”

Customer: “Just order the movie for me and I’ll come and get it.”

Me: “Of course, sir, but as I said, I need your details for the order.”

Customer: “I’m not giving you those. I don’t want to register.”

Me: “I understand, but I’m not signing you up for anything. I just need these details so I know who the order is for.”

Customer: “Oh!” *gives name*

Me: “Okay, and a contact number?”

Customer: “You’re not listening! I. Don’t. Want. To. Register!”

Me: “Once again, sir, I’m not registering you for anything. I need a phone number so we can call you when your DVD comes into the store.”

Customer: “Oh!” *gives phone number*

(I finish up the order and give the man his receipt and tell him again how long he’s likely to be waiting for his order. Just as he’s about to go, though, he notices a stack of plastic cards on the desk.)

Customer: “What’s this for?”

Me: “Cards our loyalty program, sir. It’s a points reward system.”

Customer: “Can I get one of these, then?”

Me: *stunned* “You… want to register?”

Customer: “Yeah, I don’t have one of these yet. Do you need my details?”

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