Exchange Derange

, , , , | Right | October 28, 2017

(I work at checkout in a department store. Our returns desk is at the back of the store, something I must frequently tell customers. One day I have a man come up to my counter with two red singlets and a receipt.)

Customer: “Hi, I bought this shirt the other day, but it’s the wrong size so I’d like to swap it for this one.”

Me: “I’m sorry, but all exchanges must be done at the returns desk at the back of the store.”

Customer: “Just leave it.”

(He threw both shirts at me in disgust and stormed off. I was left wondering if he knew he’d just let $15 go to waste.)

Well, Aren’t You A Little Ray Of Sunshine?

, , , , , | Right | October 25, 2017

(I’m a cashier at a grocery store. I’m one of those people that dislikes heat and sunlight, and our area is finally experiencing some rain and cloudy weather.)

Customer: “I hope it turns out nice today!”

Me: “Me, too. Hopefully it won’t get too hot, though.”

Customer: *suddenly acts like I’ve insulted him* “Well, why not?

Me: “I’m more for the rain and clouds. That triple digit heat a while back was killing me.”

Customer: “Well, I have to paint today, so I hope it’s sunny!”

Me: *I start to feel a little bad* “Oh! Well, okay, yeah. I hope you don’t get rained on, then. Let’s just hope for light clouds and no hard sun for you, since you’ll be out in it.”

Customer: *gathering up his items to leave, way less uptight now* “Well, it’s okay; I’m painting inside.”

A Consoling Amount Of Change

, , , , , , | Right | October 21, 2017

I am the customer here. I was just starting junior high so, naturally, I didn’t have a job at the time, but the announcement of a new game console had me excited. I started saving money from gifts, loose change, etc, and keeping it all in a glorified piggy bank.

Fast forward several months, about one month before the console launches, and I count out my money, and find I have enough for the console plus a couple games, even after tax. However, due to not having a chance to grab coin rolls, and the fact that stores need to manually count change anyway, the majority of this change is unrolled.

The console comes out, and my family brings me in to buy it, and I come in with this tin containing all of my saved-up change. I grab my games and the console and get up to the counter and buy them. The cashier greets me in a friendly manner and rings through my stuff, for a total around $400. I pay with the cash and gift cards I have amassed, leaving still around $200. Then I start having to dump the coins onto the counter, and I see the cashier’s eyes open wide.

They politely help count the change and we go as fast as we can, but it takes about ten minutes, at which point I think we’ve miscounted and I actually only have $350 total, meaning I have to put back one of my games. I start recounting the now-organised money, to make sure I have enough, but in my panic I can’t keep count. The cashier politely says I have enough, and rings me through just fine.

However, to this day I still think they said I had enough just so they could get me out of the store faster. Despite this, I still have that console and it’s my single favourite purchase I’ve ever made.

Your Son Has Something To Tell You…

, , , , | Right | October 19, 2017

(I work as a manager for a supermarket. During times like Mother’s Day or Father’s Day we get in vast amounts of certain items that all go on offer. I have to jump on the checkouts to serve, as my current checkout operator needs a break. A male customer has come to my checkout holding flowers and a card for Mother’s Day. Please bear in mind that it is already Mother’s Day and we have sold through most of our stock.)

Me: “Hi there. How are you, and would you like any bags today?”

Customer: “No, I don’t want any of your f****** bags! What I do want to know is why [Store] employees are all a bunch of extortionate, immoral d****es?!”

Me: “I’m sorry, sir. Is there a problem? And if so, how can I help?”

Customer: “Oh, you can’t help me; all you workers are just mindless sheep, and you are the worst. You’re lower than dirt!”

(I take this a lot, so it doesn’t really bother me. His bill isn’t even that much; it is around £6.00.)

Me: “Well, that’s £6, sir.”

(He then threw the money down and walked away. Little did he know, though, his card said:

To Mum
Happy Mother’s Day
With love
From your Daughter)

Rated “M” For Misogyny

, , , , | Working | October 19, 2017

(I go with my brother and my mom to buy a game that recently came out. I am 17. The cashier gives the usual “did you find everything” speech. While this is happening, my brother is looking at other games, and I’m with my mom.)

Cashier: *to my mom* “Also, ma’am, I just need to tell you about the rating of this game. I don’t think it’s suitable for your son.”

Mom: “Actually, this game is for my daughter.”

(The cashier was quiet through the rest of the transaction.)

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