Unfiltered Story #124801

, , , | Unfiltered | November 6, 2018

(I was standing in line at a grocery store.  There were two people in front of me.  The person immediately in front of me was a man.  Mid 50’s I’d say, with a gray, scratchy-looking beard, a stained hoody and a baseball cap that looked about as old as he was.  He had a banana in his hand that he was eating.  When it was his turn, he threw the half-eaten banana down in front of the cashier, who was a young girl that I’m guessing was still in high school.)

Customer:  (Clearly already in an angry mood)  “I ate half of it, but ring it up, dammit!”

Cashier:  “But…  for fruits and veggies, I have to weigh the item in order to find the proper price, because they’re sold by weight.  I can’t do that with something that’s half-eaten.”

Customer:  (Going from angry to furious, but speaking in a low voice)  “Oh f*** you.  F*** you.  What do you want me to do?”

Cashier:  (Scared by his attitude)  “Um…  I mean.  I’m not sure.  Maybe get one of a comparable size that I can weigh?”

Customer:  (Now raising his voice)  “No, I’m paying for THIS ONE!  Why is everyone here such a ****ing idiot?!  I’m not leaving the line.  I’ve had it with you people here!  Why can’t I have this banana?!  Well now I’m only gonna pay for the half I didn’t eat… what do you think of that?!”

Cashier:  (Practically squirming in her skin)  “Sir, I don’t know what to say.”

Customer:  “No!  Of course you don’t!”  (Makes noises like a baby, I’m assuming to imply the cashier is acting like one, I suppose.)

(A co-worker comes over after hearing the man’s tone, and after the cashier tries to explain the situation while the customer shouted over her, they just decided to charge him a small amount of change to get him out of the store.)

Cashier:  “Ok, that will be 20 cents.”

Customer:  (Practically shouting again)  “Well, I don’t have that!  You robbed all my other money!”

(Finally, after an awkward pause, the customer slammed down some loose change in front of her, and left without a receipt, muttering profanities and insults at the cashier as he walked away.  I asked someone else working there what the problem was, and he said that he didn’t have a clue.  The man hadn’t even been in there before as far as he knew.  But because of the stores location near the city’s downtown area, many weird and crazy people from the area would end up coming to the store, cause trouble, then leave.)

Unfiltered Story #122268

, , , | Unfiltered | October 2, 2018

Client: I will have to let you go.
Me: You mean you’re firing me?
Client: I’m sorry.
Me: Was is something I did or didn’t do for your web site?
Client: Oh no, not at all. You did a great job. You redesigned my whole site, and did it so well that
my business increased 16% in a month.
Me: Then why are you firing me?
Client: Well my business expanded so quickly, I had to hire two more people and buy some new equipment to keep up with my customer demand. But after I did that,
I realized I was coming home every week without a paycheck. I can’t afford you anymore.
Me: I will suspend work for a month to let you reorg, ok?
Client: No that won’t work. I can’t afford to pay you for your web service. Besides, I have a friend whose son just graduated from High School, and he does web sites. He uses Google and the web sites are free. He knows what he’s doing.
Me: Alright, I understand. But could I ask you a favor?
Client: Sure!
Me: Will you leave the design I created for you, on-line and intact for 30 days? As a web designer, the sites I do are my *business card*. If I want more clients, I want to send them to your web site to see my work. Is that ok with you?
Client: “I guess so. Ok.”
….2 weeks later I checked the web site and it was totally destroyed and re-done with an amateurish Google free site. When I emailed my former client and asked why my design was deleted, she said, very indignantly:
Client: I paid you for your work and that is my web site. I can do whatever I choose to do with it. I’m sorry that you have to act so childish about it.
Me: Thank you very much.
End of story.
Moral: There are mean people in business that don’t know how to run a business or deal with people …whether those people are customers  or suppliers/vendors/contractors. They don’t belong being in business for themselves. They are incompetent and downright mean. <sarcasm> Don’t you just LOVE amateur capitalists, small business style?!! </sarcasm>

Not What’s Meant By Secondhand Smoke

, , , , , | | Right | June 5, 2018

(I work at a location of a national chain of gas stations. This particular chain is very strict when it comes to cigarette and beer sales. No matter how old a customer appears, everybody in the party must show ID every time they purchase one of these products.)

Customer #1: “Hey, can I get a pack of [Cigarette Brand]?”

Me: “Sure. Can I see your ID?”

Customer #1: “Dude, I’m 30 years old, and I’m here almost every day. I didn’t bring my wallet.”

(The customer appears to be no older than 17. Currently, both corporate and the local police are running undercover checks to make sure we are verifying proof of age.)

Me: “I’m sorry, sir; it’s store policy. We need to ID everybody buying tobacco or alcohol.”

Customer #1: “[Coworker] sells me cigarettes all the time and never asks for my d*** license.”

Me: “[Coworker] doesn’t work here anymore. Do you know why?”

Customer #1: “…”

Me: “He sold without seeing an ID, and it turned out the customer was 15 and was sent here undercover by the cops. Both Binghamton Police as well [Gas Station] corporate are keeping an eye on us regularly, and I’m not risking my job over a pack of cigarettes.”

Customer #1: “So, you’re not going to sell to me?”

Me: “Not without your ID, no.”

(The customer starts rattling off expletives and walks out the door. A minute later, a car drives up to buy gas, and the original customer outside approaches the man before he comes inside. This happens in plain view of the front windows and is also caught on the security cameras.)

Customer #2: “Hi, can I get $20 of regular on pump one, and also a pack of [Same Cigarette Brand]?”

Me: “Sure, can I see your ID, please?”

(The customer shows their ID.)

Me: “Thanks for that. I do apologize, but I’m also going to need to ask your friend to come in and show his ID.”

Customer #2: “What are you talking about?”

Me: “He was in here not even two minutes ago trying to buy the same brand of cigarettes, but didn’t have ID.”

Customer #2: “He’s not with me.”

Me: “Then why did he hand you money before he came in?”

Customer #2: “…”

Me: “Sir, I could see it right from where I was standing behind the register. I also saw it clearly on the CCTV monitor.”

Customer #2: “They’re for me. Can you just sell me the d*** cigarettes?”

Me: “I have to assume you’re buying for him, and I am refusing the sale. I am now asking you to leave the store. If you insist on arguing with me, I’d be more than happy to call the police and let them handle this.”

Customer #2: “F*** you.”

(My boss and I had a good laugh about the story the next day.)

Espionage Doesn’t Cost As Much As It Used To

, , , , | Working | September 4, 2017

(I’m relatively poor, living check-to-check on minimum wage, so I tend to frequent dollar and discount stores for many of my basic needs. I’m currently in a dollar store near my apartment. I pick up a few items I think I’ll need, but after wandering around for 15 minutes, decide to put some of them back. Suddenly, a worker approaches me as I’m putting back the some of the items.)

Worker: “I’m gonna have to ask you to leave.”

Me: “Oh, I’m sorry. Are you guys closing or something?”

Worker: “No. It’s not that. We just don’t want you here.”

Me: *taken aback* “What?”

Worker: “I saw you at [Other Dollar Store]. I know you work there!”

(I do not work there.)

Me: “I don’t work there. And even if I did, what’s the problem?”

Worker: “We don’t appreciate corporate espionage here, sir!”

(This is so ridiculous and unexpected a response, I actually burst out laughing.)

Me: *between laughs* “What?”

Worker: *firm* “I know you work at [Other Dollar Store]! I saw you there. I bet they sent you over to check out our prices or something. They always steal all of our business!”

Me: “Dude… it’s a dollar store. Do they really need to send someone over to spy on you in order to figure out how much most of your stuff costs?”

Worker: “I know you work for them!”

Me: “Uh, I’m sorry, but I don’t.”

(The conversation continues for about another minute, with him repeatedly accusing me of “corporate espionage” and me dismissing these ludicrous claims. Finally, he seems to relent…)

Worker: “Fine. Whatever. But I know you work at [Other Dollar Store].”

Me: *laughing* “Okay, buddy.”

(I go to the cashier to ring up the things I am buying.)

Me: “Uhh… You don’t really think I’m committing corporate espionage, do you?”

Cashier: *confused* “What?”

(I explained the situation to the cashier, who was completely dumbfounded by her coworker’s claims. I also noted that in order for him to have supposedly recognized me from the other dollar store, which admittedly I do shop at occasionally, he would have had to have been in there a lot himself… I returned to the store repeatedly several times in the following weeks and so far as I can tell, the worker who confronted me was no longer there.)