At the amusement where I work we sell souvenir bottles where we give you a wristband to wear and you get free drinks all day the day you buy it. If for some reason you don’t have a wristband we check the date on the receipt to see if the bottle was bought that day and we give you a new wristband.

The bottles are $15 each so people get pretty pissed when we deny them refill when they can’t prove if they bought it that day.

A group of girls come to my window and say that they have bottles but no wristband and but they have the receipt. I look at it and it’s in good condition except for a single tear which just so happens to be where the date is which makes me suspect that they are trying to pull a cheap scam.

Unfortunately for them receipts also have the name of the building in the park that the bottle was sold at and the name of the cashier that sold it.

I go to my manager and she calls the building to see if there is a Victoria working there that day. Surprise, there isn’t. Unfortunately, the park has very strict employee guidelines so as much as I would love to call them out on it I tell them that since the date is missing we can’t give the refill.

When I told them this they said okay and just left without fighting it.

(I am with my friends at a famous theme park for Grad Nite where we are waiting in line for the roller coaster. Since there are so many of us in a group, we decide to go in the singles line to get through quicker. I am not particularly fond of the decision as I haven’t really ridden a coaster of that magnitude and am quite nervous. As I get on the ride, a student from another school sits beside me, looking pumped, a total contrast to my nervous self.)

Me: “Have you gone on this ride before?”

Stranger: *smiling* “Nope, have you?”

Me: *gulps* “No. I’m actually freaking out right now.”

(As the ride coasts forward the stranger and I continue talking for a bit until the announcer begins the countdown. As soon as the ride starts, I find myself beginning to enjoy the ride and hoot in joy throughout. This is the exchange that follows once the coaster comes to a stop.)

Me: “I actually enjoyed it. I wish I could stay here and go again. What about you? How are you feeling?”

Stranger: *moaning* “Nope. Nope, never again.”

(My till is being counted out at the end of the night and my manager is going over all the USD I got. She comes across a two-dollar bill.)

Manager: “[My Name], these are fake. Why did you accept them?”

Me: “There’s a button for USD.”

Manager: “But there’s not a space for it on our sheet so it doesn’t count.” *she crumples up the USD and continues counting*

(I tell my dad this story in the car ride home and he is shocked.)

Dad: “$2 USD is hard to come by. They’re rare!”

(He made me write down date and time of my till counting in case a problem arose so I could prove she threw out ACTUAL currency!)

(I work in a toll booth at an amusement park collecting money for parking. My coworker sharing the booth with me has a customer and the transaction proceeds as normal until the end. I catch onto what the customer is doing and am snickering throughout the conversation.)

Customer: “Can I take a bag of up-dog into the park?”

Coworker: “Hotdogs?”

Customer: “No, up-dog.”

Coworker: “What’s that?”

Customer: “What’s what?”

Coworker: “Up-dog?”

Customer: “Yeah, up-dog.”

Coworker: “What is that?”

Customer: “It’s up-dog. ”

Coworker: “Yeah but what is it?”

Customer: “What’s what?”

Coworker: “Up-dog.”

(This repeats a few times.)

Coworker: “Huh?”

Customer: “You’re suppose to ask me what it is.”

Coworker: “Okay… What is it?”

Customer: You’re supposed to say ‘What’s up-dog.’”

(At this point I started laughing and my coworker awkwardly laughed. Defeated, the customer drove off. I then explained to her what it was he was trying to do. We shared a laugh over the poor guy’s failed attempt at ‘up-dog.’)

(The theme park I work for is in the process of changing ownership. As a result, all merchandise labelled with the old management name is sold as 60% off clearance in a special tent sale. Despite the sale’s popularity, I usually work alone in the tent. A customer asks me to price check an item. As the register requires us to override and manually enter the discount for each item separately, I prefer to mentally do the math instead.)

Customer: “How much is this?”

Me: *sees the $30 tag* “With the 60% off, it will be $12, sir.”

Customer: “How did you do that?! Did you memorize all the sale prices?!”

Me: “No, I just calculated in my head, sir.”

Customer: *grabs a nearby item* “Well, how much is THIS, then?”

Me: “That’ll be $6, sir.”

(Customer watches me with a flabbergasted expression and thanks me. Ten minutes later at the register:)

Me: *sees the customer bring an armful of items* “Oh, hello again. Did you find everything all right?”

Customer’s Wife: “Honey, are we getting all of these?”

Customer: *to wife* “No, hush.” *to me* “Can you tell me the prices of these items?”

Me: *looks at the line forming behind him* “Yes, of course!”

(I go over each item with him, and as fast as I can, tell him the prices after the discount.)

Me: “Do you want any of these items, sir?”

Customer: *stares at me like I’m crazy* “Of course not.” *walks away and says to his wife* “See, I told you she could do a pretty cool trick!”