These Are People Who Know How To Bargain!

, , , , | Right | November 30, 2020

I work at a tourist shop in Greece. Amongst other things, we sell helmets — like ancient Greek ones; tourists eat these up — that are 10€. This guy comes, obviously stoned, and asks in a slurry voice:

Customer: “How much for the helmet?”

Me: “Ten euros, sir.”

Customer: “Do you have another one?”

Me: “No, sir, this is the last one.”

His friend, who is even more stoned, comes in then.

Friend: “Do you have three?”

Me: “No, sir. As I told your friend, this is my last one.”

Then he starts to… bargain.

Friend: “Well, how about three for 20€?”

Me: “Sir, I only have one and it’s ten euros; I can’t go lower.”

Friend: “Two for 20€.”

Me: “Sir, I only have one.”

Friend: “Fine, then, one for 10€.”

Me: “Sure, it’s yours!”

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Unfiltered Story #205776

, , | Unfiltered | August 22, 2020

(I was working on tech support. This was my first job ever and the first couple of months in it, so I was still getting used to both the job itself and having a job.)

(Part of it was to go to different offices in the city, who paid us for tech support, and ensuring that all their computers are malware-free, have the latest updates and so on. I was only meant to work on PCs.)

(That day I was sent to a small office I’d never been to before and when I arrived the boss wasn’t there but the secretary let me in. I began working on her computer and we made small talk, all very polite.)

Secretary: Oh, by the way, my boss also asked if you could take a look at the fax machine in her office. It’s stopped receiving faxes.

Me: I don’t know a lot about fax machines but I can take a quick look.

(I decided to examine the fax machine while I was waiting for a process on the computers to finish. I looked at the basic things I could think of: All cables connected, it wasn’t out of paper, I could call it from a phone etc.)

Me: Sorry, I can’t figure out why it’s not working.

Secretary: Oh well, you tried.

(I continued working with the computers and talking with the secretary. When I was almost finished, the boss arrived.)

Her boss: Oh, are you the technician? Is everything OK?

Me: Yes, I’m almost finished.

Her boss: So the fax is working again?

Me: No, I don’t know what’s wrong with it. I think you’ll have to call someone to take a look at it.

Her boss: (Suddenly erupted and started to yell) Are you serious? You’ve been here however many hours and you still haven’t fixed my fax? What am I paying you people for? I can’t receive faxes and I’m LOSING MONEY! And if you can’t fix it you should have told me earlier so I could have called a PROPER technician to fix it, so that I wouldn’t be LOSING MONEY! I must have missed so many faxes all this time and this means LOSING MONEY!

(She proceeded to yell at me for what felt like several long minutes. The secretary had gone quiet, looking away from both of us and appearing very embarrassed, while I was fighting to not cry. The boss eventually signed the receipt that meant to prove I was there and worked and let me go.)

(I managed to leave the building before I sat down and cried somewhere. I’d never been yelled at like that before, especially for something that wasn’t my fault anyway. Once I composed myself, I called my own boss to tell him what had happened.)

My boss: Are you serious? We have nothing to do with fax machines! It was nice of you to take a look at it but not even I would think of anything else to test. And then she yells at you too? I’m never sending you there again!

(He also used some words to characterise the angry woman, which I’d never use myself and would in fact oppose their use by anyone, but I have to admit that at that time it really did make me feel a lot better. I never went to that office again and I think we stopped supporting them entirely.)

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Too Dumb To Pee  

, , , , , | Right | August 19, 2019

(Our bathrooms are out of order, due to something deep in the pipes. Toilets, sinks, water fountain, all out. All are located in a short hallway near the front door, which we block with a bench. We then post “OUT OF ORDER” signs all over the bench, the walls, etc. And yet, as I work the register just outside the hall, I get someone walking up, looking at the signs, asking me, every ten minutes or so, “Are the bathrooms out of order?” Finally, I can’t take it anymore…)

Customer: *walks up, looks at signs, turns to me* “Hey, are the bathrooms out of order?”

Me: “No. It was a test. I’m sorry, but you failed.”

Customer: *looks at me, looks at signs again* “Oh. Okay.”

(And then, he literally hung his head and wandered away.)

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Unfiltered Story #157570

, , , | Unfiltered | July 14, 2019

A friend and I were visiting a little cafe for board game fans. You order snacks and pick from over 500 games to play. As we are sitting there waiting for our drinks a young lady comes in.

“I have a complaint” she says

“Sorry, what was wrong” the guy behind the register asked.

“Last time I was here you put to much peanut butter and jelly on my PB&J sandwich.”

“So you are complaining because we gave you too much of what you ordered?”

“Yes, i could not finish it, it was too much. I want a refund”

At this point everyone, including the friends who came in with her just stared and waited until finally her friend drug her away apologizing for her.

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Super Committed To The Part

, , , , , | Legal | June 16, 2019

(I am sitting at a cafe with some friends when a guy we don’t know approaches us. He’s holding a box with a slot on it.)

Guy: “Hello. Excuse me for bothering you, but I’m raising a fund for two friends of mine. They had a motorcycle accident and both of them are near death. My other friends and I are trying to get enough money to pay for the surgery they need. Can you spare any?”

(We all smell a scam easily and say, “No, thank you.” After trying to change our minds for a couple of minutes, he moves on to other tables. Over the next several years, I occasionally still see him in cafes in different parts of the city, but he never speaks to me again until one day, four years after the first time, at a very different place.)

Guy: “Hello. Excuse me for bothering you, but my friends had a motorcycle accident and are fighting for their lives in the hospital. Can you spare us some money for the surgery they need?”

Me: “Wow! They’re still fighting for their lives, four years later?”

Guy: *suddenly looks lost for words, begins to stammer* “Uh, I mean, it was a really bad accident. The doctors have been trying hard to keep them alive.”

(He stared at us for a few seconds and we stared back, and then he left without saying anything more. I kept seeing him here and there for a while, but that was our last interaction. I was kind of impressed that he still tried to explain his story.)

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