You’ve Paid With Shame

, , , | Right | July 22, 2021

Not long ago, I discovered that I had a flat tyre, so I got up early the next day and took my car to a reputable local tyre repair centre. I was the first customer of the day, so one of the techs got to work immediately.

Thirty minutes later, the woman in reception told me that the car was ready, and, delighted, I went into the workshop to see the tech.

Tech: “I was able to repair the tyre, so you won’t need a new one.”

I was really pleased about this — so much so that my mind must have been in another place. I jumped in the car and reversed out of the workshop. As I did so, the woman from reception appeared, looking like she wanted to speak to me.

I wound the window down.

Receptionist: “You know you haven’t paid?”

I was embarrassed that I’d forgotten, but instead of admitting that I’d forgotten, I bluffed it. 

Me: “Yeah, I know. I’m just backing out of here to free up the bay. I’ll be in in a second!”

She seemed satisfied, so I parked the car and went into reception.

Me: “I didn’t want to be blocking your bay for other customers.”

I paid for the tyre repair — only about £12 — and left, still horribly embarrassed. I was so embarrassed that when I got home I looked up the place on Facebook and left them a glowing review, just to make myself feel better.

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The Power Is Out And So Is Her Brain

, , , , | Right | July 20, 2021

The power goes out. There are still a few customers inside waiting to see if it will come back on, so we haven’t locked the doors yet.

Another lady comes in with a battery. The person we had at the door informs her that the power is out and we can’t do any transactions. 

Customer: “That’s okay. I just need my battery charged.”

Coworker: “Ma’am, our power is out.”

Customer: “It usually takes about an hour, right?”

Coworker: “Usually, yes. But our power is out.”

Customer: *Confused* “So how long will it take?”

All of us were listening at this point, and my store manager had to explain to her that we can’t charge a battery when we have no power.

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Needs A Tint And A Time Machine

, , , , | Right | July 19, 2021

I work at a small family-owned business that tints car and office windows. I am fairly new and still getting the hang of checking customers in. A guy walks in at 9:15 on September 15th.

Customer: “Hello, I need to drop off my car; I have an appointment.”

Me: “Good morning, let me get the sche—”

Customer: “Well, I might have an appointment.”

Me: *Confused* “Okay.”

I check the calendar and see we are tinting a house today — no cars at all for the next five days.

Me: “Um, sir, I am sorry, but who did you speak to?”

Customer: “A woman.”

Me: “Okay, well, we are tinting a house this week. Did they say they would squeeze you in today? Perhaps they forgot to leave me a note.”

Customer: *Frowning* “Well, check another day, then!”

Me: “Okay, what kind of car do you have?”

We list everything by year, make, and model.

Customer: “A truck.”

Here we go.

Me: “Okay, year, make, and model?”

Customer: *Huge sigh* “It’s a two thousand and three Ford. Can you hurry this up?”

I desperately look and cannot find this truck on any days for the next two weeks, so I type in 2003 into the search bar. Lo and behold, there he is. His appointment was one month ago.

Me: “Sir, your appointment was on August 19th.”

Customer:Well, fine! I guess I’ll just take my business somewhere else that can get this done when I need it.”

He stomped out the door as I called after him. When I told my bosses, they just rolled their eyes and sighed. Can’t please everyone.

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Can’t Hear You Over The Sound Of Your Ovaries, Part 16

, , , | Right | July 14, 2021

I am a woman and I work at an auto parts store. An old woman brings in her doorbell and starts taking it apart at my counter.

Old Woman: “I need a man to fix my bell.”

Me: “Our batteries are right over here.”

Old Woman: “No, these are new batteries. But you push the button, and nothing happens.”

Me: “I’m sorry, but we don’t sell parts for doorbells. This is an auto parts store.”

Old Woman: “I need a man to fix it.”

Me: “No one here can fix it.”

Old Woman: “I need a man.”

Me: “Sorry, no men here.”

My female coworker emerges.

Old Woman: “No man?”

Me: “No, ma’am.”

Related:
Can’t Hear You Over The Sound Of Your Ovaries, Part 15
Can’t Hear You Over The Sound Of Your Ovaries, Part 14
Can’t Hear You Over The Sound Of Your Ovaries, Part 13
Can’t Hear You Over The Sound Of Your Ovaries, Part 12
Can’t Hear You Over The Sound Of Your Ovaries, Part 11

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That’s One Slick Request

, , , | Right | CREDIT: Alxir_Jyn | June 13, 2021

I’m a woman in my twenties and I’m a mechanic at an auto shop. This regular comes in all the time to get his oil changed and everything on his 2007 truck. He usually requests that I perform his oil change because he likes the way I do it. I realized the other day that I hadn’t seen [Regular]’s truck in a while, but I didn’t think much of it because I was promoted from oil change tech to a higher level where I do more than just oil changes, and I assumed [Regular]’s oil change was now being done by one of the oil change techs.

After some months, I get [Regular]’s truck in for an oil change. I don’t realize anything is wrong until after I finish and turn in the keys and see [Regular] arguing with the service advisor. I go on to my next job, and after [Regular] leaves, I go talk to the service advisor.

Me: “What was [Regular] angry about?”

Service Advisor: “He was trying to get us to reimburse him for the money he spent buying his own filters and oil. He’s been changing his own oil for the last few months because he couldn’t get an appointment with you to change it for him, and he wanted us to pay him because he’s been ‘doing our job for us.’”

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