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PIN-Headed, Part 26

, , , , , | Right | February 9, 2024

I’m a self-checkout attendant in a grocery store. A customer calls me over. Her items are all scanned and bagged, she’s on the payment screen, her card is in the reader, and there are no error messages on the register.

Customer: “Could you enter my PIN for me?”

Me: “…Your banking PIN?”

Customer: “Yes, it’s [number].”

I comply and punch in the PIN, more out of shock than anything else.

Me: “Miss, please change your PIN when you get home.”

Customer: *Unconcerned* “Don’t worry, I will.”

I really hope that she changed her PIN to something more secure, or I worry about her identity getting stolen. 

Related:
PIN-Headed, Part 25
PIN-Headed, Part 24
PIN-Headed, Part 23
PIN-Headed, Part 22
PIN-Headed, Part 21

You Have To Admit, Iambic Pentameter Is Catchy!

, , , | Legal | February 9, 2024

When I was first put in jail, I searched the library cart for something to read. The TVs were controlled by certain cliques, and just about the only thing they ever played was ESPN (Entertainment and Sports Programming Network). I do not care about sports in the slightest.

Among the stacks of religious books, thirty-year-old and mainly discredited self-help books, and cheap airport paperbacks, I DID manage to find something worth reading: “Hamlet”.

I was sitting on my bunk reading it, and one cellmate saw it.

Cellmate: “What is that?”

Me: “Oh, it’s Hamlet. I know, pretty cheesy, but it’s about the only thing worth reading on the library cart.”

Cellmate: “What’s Hamlet?”

Me: “You know… Hamlet… by Shakespeare.”

Cellmate: “What’s Shakespeare?”

Me: “You’re kidding, right?”

Cellmate: *Completely blank face* “No. What is it?”

Me: “Wow, I’d at least think you’d have heard of him in high school, or through pop culture osmosis or something. He’s only the most well-known writer in the English language.”

Cellmate: “Nah, I usually only know about rap music.”

Me: “Ooookay, hang on…”

I flipped over to the “To be or not to be” soliloquy and read/acted it out for him.

Cellmate: “Wow, that’s pretty cool. I really like that ‘For in that sleep of death what dreams may come’ part the best! Has this guy… What was his name again?”

Me: “…William Shakespeare,”

Cellmate: “Yeah! Has he written any other stuff?”

I was unable to shake the feeling I was being pranked.

Me: “Yeah… He’s written a few things.”

Cellmate: “Cool. I’ll have to look him up. That ‘For in that sleep of death what dreams may come’ part would make a dope rap song!”

Does She Ask Every Random Stranger, Or Do You Have “The Look”?

, , , , , , | Friendly | February 9, 2024

I live in Los Angeles, so there are lots of people here trying to “make it” in the entertainment industry, whatever that means for them. Most people start by trying to find events to network, etc. However some people… take a different approach. 

I was just standing at a crosswalk when a woman with a guitar slung over her shoulder came running up to me. 

Woman: “Hey! Do you know anyone in the music industry?!”

Me: “Uh… no?”

Woman: “Oh. Well, who do you know who does?!”

She stormed off before I could answer. I was completely taken off guard and bewildered, but I guess that’s one way to do it!

Waiting For Nothing While Taking Nothing

, , , , , | Right | February 8, 2024

A nice elderly couple — a man and woman — have come in to see a movie. Their show doesn’t start for an hour, but there’s nobody in the movie that’s currently playing in their auditorium, so when they ask if there’s a place to sit, we tell them that they’re more than welcome to sit inside. We do stress that their movie won’t start until the showtime, but they’re both totally fine with that and are delighted that they can sit in our nice recliner seats early. I will note, it’s a different movie, so they’re not seeing any spoilers for their movie.

About an hour and a half later, the lobby is empty, so all the staff members are mingling and talking. Suddenly, we hear an ungodly, banshee-like scream.

Old Woman: “THREE HOURS! THREE F****** HOURS! UNACCEPTABLE!”

We’re all shocked and don’t know what’s going to happen, and we can’t see whose screaming. As it continues, the old woman suddenly comes into view.

Old Woman: “I WAITED FOR NOTHING! NOTHING! NNNOOOTTTHHHIIINNNGGG! YOU MOTHERF***ERS! I CAN’T BELIEVE THIS! YOU’VE BETRAYED MY TRUST! NNNOOOTTTHHHIIINNNGGG!”

She then stands still and just… shrieks for several seconds like she’s being murdered as my manager, who is fairly young and new still, runs over and tries to talk to her and calm her down. I can’t hear what my manager is saying, but I can hear the old woman clear across the hall.

Old Woman: “NO! YOU DID THIS TO ME! I WAITED FOR NOTHING, YOU F****** B****! UNACCEPTABLE! I WAITED! I WWWAAAIIITTTEEEDDD! ALL FOR NNNOOOTTTHHHIIINNNGGG!”

Several other staff members go over while I hold the fort. They finally manage to calm her down and get her to lead them to the auditorium. About a minute later, my manager comes back clearly shaken and utterly confused.

Manager: “She told me she waited three hours for nothing… but they’ve only been here an hour and their movie is playing. It’s been playing for nearly a half-hour. I have no clue what the f*** is going on. She calmed down… so I don’t know what to do.”

About two minutes later, we hear it again.

Old Woman: “NNNOOOTTTHHHIIINNNGGG! I WAITED FOR NOTHING! YOU BETRAYED MMMEEE! YOU BETRAYED MY TTTRRRUUUSSSTTT!”

Cue everyone running over and trying to calm her down again. He husband walks out actually LAUGHING.

Old Man: “Sorry, my wife doesn’t always take her meds, and she gets like this when that happens. I know it’s funny. Don’t worry; she won’t do any harm.”

Manager: “I’m sorry, but it’s not funny. You guys need to leave, now. She’s making my staff nervous and causing a scene.”

Old Man: “Aw, come on! It’s not that serious!”

The old man continues to try and argue that it’s “funny” while his wife screams bloody murder and my manager tries to get them to leave. They FINALLY agree after we tell them we will call the cops. But the woman makes sure before she leaves to walk up to EVERY… SINGLE… EMPLOYEE and yell at them for a moment before she leaves. When she gets to me, I am berated with this nugget:

Old Woman: “NOW I HAVE TO GO SHOPPING! SSSHHHOOOPPPPPPIIINNNGGG! HOW COULD YOU DO THIS TO ME?! WHY?! WHY?! WWWHHHYYY?! SSSHHHOOOPPPIIINNNGGG!”

We were told to call the cops immediately if they ever came back. I do not envy the people at the store they were evidently about to shop at.

Maybe It Was Pickle Rick?

, , , , | Right | February 7, 2024

A woman walks in and asks:

Customer: “Were the pickles made by humans?”

I look at her with, I assume, a face of confusion.

Customer: “No! I mean, like, homemade? I don’t think you have an army of robots or trained monkeys in the back tasked with making the pickles!”

Now I want to work in THAT kitchen!