It Takes A True Man

, , , , | Friendly | August 8, 2017

(I’m at the store picking up feminine products, but also get a couple groceries and other random items. At this time of day only self checkout is open and just as I get to the lane they’re all suddenly filled up by men. One of the guys getting in line sees me and blushes.)

Man: “Miss, you can go ahead of me!”

Me: “Oh, thanks, but I have more things than you.”

Man: “No, no, I insist. Please go ahead.”

Me: “Oh, well, thank you. That’s really nice of you.” *steps in front of him*

(The guy in front of me turned to put his things on the conveyor belt and saw me. He too insisted I go ahead. I was baffled by the fact that two gentlemen had insisted I go ahead until I scanned the feminine products and it clicked. I was amused but very embarrassed.)

Your Expectations Are Non-Cents

, , , | Right | July 2, 2017

(A customer comes in and roughly throws a rechargeable card on the desk.)

Customer: “Hey! Top-up!”

Me: “Okay, how much?”

Customer: “One hundred.”

(Then he slams a huge bag of coins on the desk, and throws all of the coins out of the bag.)

Me: “Wow, are you just trying to tell me you want to pay the money with all these cents?”

Customer: “Yes, and what’s the problem?”

Me: “Do you know you can only pay within 2 dollars in cents? That’s the law.”

Customer: “That’s the money. Are you just refusing to count the coins?”

Me: “Yes, I am.”

Customer: “I got all these coins from here, and you are now refusing to take these back? Are you f****** kidding me?”

Me: “No one tells you not to spend your coins every time you got them from the store or someplace else, right? Did I or someone give you that much in once? Huh?”

Customer: “I don’t f****** care. Count it or not?”

(I refused to count the coins, and the customer just kept stalking around the store until my partner came by to help him.)

Money Talks – So You Don’t Have To

, , , | Right | July 2, 2017

(I work the third shift alone, and serve customers through a turnstile window. The intercom is designed to let me hear everything going on outside, but customers can’t hear me unless I push the button to talk. If a customer stands at the window, I can hear them from pretty much anywhere in the store, so i try to encourage people, through facial expressions, to ask for items while I’m still out from behind the counter. It doesn’t always work, so I get conversations like this:)

Customer: *hits buzzer and puts money in the turnstile/window*

Me: *offers up can-I-help-you look*

Customer: *points at money*

Me: *I walk over to the intercom* “How can I help you?”

(Customer points at money again, with a smug look.)

Me: “Okay, you have $20. Congratulations. Did you want soda-pop, cigarettes, or candy?”

Customer: *grins sheepishly* “Pump three, please.”

Dollars To Donuts

, , , , | Working | June 30, 2017

(I have gone to the pharmacy to refill a prescription. The transaction goes completely normal until the very end after I’ve checked out.)

Worker: “Can I interest you in a free doughnut?”

(I look at her in confusion. I wasn’t expecting being offered a doughnut at 12:30 pm from my pharmacy tech, so my brain takes a bit to process that I did hear those words. After a moment, I shake my head.)

Me: “No, thank you!”

Worker: “…that was rather silly to offer someone picking up diabetes medication, huh?”

Rightly Color Blinded By Your Illiteracy

, , , , | Right | June 26, 2017

(I work at a membership store with an alarming number of people who seem to come in simply to cause a problem and then not purchase anything. I have learned what things to be oddly specific about.)

Me: “All right, please sign your name, sir. When you are finished, just tap the green button that says ‘OK’ on the bottom left corner with the pen.”

Customer: “What if I’m color-blind?”

Me: “…the button that says “OK” on the bottom left corner with the pen.”

Customer: “What if I can’t read?” *his tone starts getting angry*

Me: “Tap the button on the bottom left corner with the pen.”

Customer: “What if I don’t know my left from my right?”

Me: *having given up* “Then that is quite something, sir.”

Customer: “Whatever!” *still mad, he taps the button… with his finger*

Me: “Sir, I said with the pen…”

(He ended up being so angry about the whole thing that he left without his order, his membership card, and his wallet. I took his personal belongings to the front desk and then had to close my line to go return everything.)

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