Will Any One Of Them Do, Then?

, , , , , | Right | April 17, 2019

(I work at a small, local grocery store, the kind that prides itself on customer service. One of my jobs is to take customers’ bags out to their cars. We’re in a somewhat nice part of town, so our customers are mostly middle-upper class. I usually hear this every so often as I take carts out.)

Me: “Okay, where are we headed?”

Customer: “Oh, it’s the white SUV over there.” *points somewhere in our parking lot where there are at least three white SUVs that they could be pointing at*

Unfiltered Story #123413

, , | Unfiltered | October 10, 2018

Me: “Hi, I’m calling to let you know that your sign order is ready to pick up!”

Customer: “Oh. And, uh, what do you want me to do?”

Me: “Come pick them up?”

Customer: “Oh, right… I’ll be over soon.”

You Don’t Want Them As A Member

, , , , , | Right | September 13, 2018

(I am a customer in a store known for selling not only music-related items but pop culture merchandise. I’m in line behind two older women, roughly 60-something in age each, and they’ve just finished finding some merchandise for one lady’s granddaughter who is a fan of a popular television show and specifically one of the main characters. The cashier has rung up her purchase, and asks if she would like to have a “member” card, which is not necessary to purchase anything in the store, but can earn you discounts and coupons based on points you rack up. The woman agrees and they begin filling in the form.)

Cashier: “Name?”

Woman: *provides full name, spelling both first and last out*

Cashier: “Phone number?”

Woman: *instantly irate* “Why would you need that?”

Cashier: “Um… Okay, we’ll skip that for the moment. Mailing address?”

Woman: *loudly and angrily* “Why do you need that? I’m not giving you that!”

Cashier: “It’s to mail you coupons.”

Woman: “I don’t want coupons!”

(Even though there’s loud rock music playing in the store, everyone by now can hear this woman shrieking at the young cashier. People are staring.)

Cashier: “Well, what about an email address?”

Woman: “I don’t have an email!”

Cashier: “Last question… birth date?”

Woman: *finally blowing her top and literally screaming at the cashier* “WHY WOULD YOU NEED TO KNOW THAT?! That’s personal!”

Cashier: “Ma’am, it’s so we can send you a birthday coupon.”

Woman: “Well, I don’t want a birthday coupon! Honestly, this card sounds like a scam with all these questions. You know what? I won’t ever buy anything from here again!”

(She takes the items from the counter and throws them up in the air like confetti, and she and her friend both storm out in a huff. Another employee gathers the fallen items and silently goes to put them back. I step forward with my lone purchase — a small Captain America toy — and place my membership card on the counter with the toy.)

Cashier: *giving me a thankful smile* “I see you already have our card, so I don’t need to ask you.”

Me: *tapping the toy* “Cap says, ‘Watch your temper!’”

(I mean, honestly, it wasn’t mandatory. I’m sorry to that woman’s granddaughter who was not going to get her merchandise!)

Roommate Berate

, , , , , , | Friendly | June 20, 2018

(My college roommate and I are randomly assigned, so we don’t know each other at all. One week into the semester, some of her friends stop by to pick her up for a party.)

Roommate: “I’ve got the brownies ready. Did you get the booze?”

Friend: “No, and our IDs got confiscated, so we can’t get any more.”

(Suddenly, all of them turn to look at me with a glint in their eyes.)

Me: “I’m going to stop you right there. One, I’m 20. Two, buying for a minor is illegal and punishable by a fine of ten grand and up to five years in prison, and I don’t like you that much.”

Roommate: “Fair enough.”

The Awkward Door Shuffle Makes Things Go South

, , , , , | Learning | June 5, 2018

(I was born and raised in the midwest, but moved south for college, and adapted to the local quirks quickly, including door-holding. If there is someone within fifteen seconds of the door, you will hold it for them and you will hold the door until no one is within that distance, regardless of holder/holdee gender combination. However, some guys will not walk through doors held by women, instead insisting on taking the door in an awkward handoff, even if there are fifteen people behind them.)

Me: *grabs door and holds it open after class gets out*

Classmate: *who is a foot taller and a good 150 pounds heavier than me* “Oh, miss, let me get the door for you.”


Classmate: *looking at me with equal parts terror and respect* “Yes, ma’am.”

Professor: “That was a bit harsh.”

Me: “I’d feel bad, but that was the third time some southern gentleman tried to do the awkward door shuffle with me.”

Professor: “Third time this week?”

Me: “Third time today.”

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