On Sunday We Serve Creepypasta

, , , | Right | February 20, 2021

I work for a currency exchange. A woman calls me on a Monday afternoon.

Caller: “Hi, I want to book 100€ in Czech Crowns for tonight. I’d like to go to your location on [Street].”

Me: “Sure! I’ll put it through.”

Caller: “I would also like to tell you that yesterday I called, and I was told to go to [Other Location] to collect this money, but when I got there nobody knew anything about it. You made me lose a lot of time.”

Me: “I’m really sorry about that. Let me find out what happened.”

I do a little research and can’t find anything related to what she says. She keeps insisting that she was told ON THE PHONE to go to the other location, where she could buy that currency.

Me: “Ma’am, maybe there was some technical issue? I don’t understand why I can’t find anything about that. Are you sure you called us?”

Caller: “Yes, absolutely. Today I just redialed the number I dialed yesterday.”

Me: “Wait, you said yesterday? Because yesterday was Sunday and we are closed on Sundays. Who did you talk to?”

Caller: “Well, I don’t remember the name, but it was a man.”

Me: “That sounds strange, too. We don’t have men working here. Are you 100% sure you called us?”

Caller: “Once again, yes! I’m totally sure!”

In the end, I think she was genuinely saying the truth; she wasn’t angry, she wasn’t asking for some crazy favor or discount, and she didn’t sound crazy.

I took her booking, but we are still wondering who the man is who answered that phone on a Sunday, and that’s not comforting at all!

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Now We’re Even More Confused

, , , | Right | February 19, 2021

A customer drops off a prescription, but it doesn’t have a date of birth on it.

Me: “Have you ever dropped off here before?”

Customer: “No, it’s my first time.”

Me: “Okay, can I get the patient’s date of birth?”

Customer: “Yes, it’s 1-23-20.”

Me: “Okay, so January 23, 1920?”

Customer: “Yes, it’s for my grandson.”

Me: “Okay… So the year is 1920?”

Customer: *Agitated* “Yes! 19!”

Me: “Ma’am, this year is 2019.”

Customer: “Yes, I know what year it is!”

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Disabling Their Understanding

, , , | Right | February 18, 2021

I’m assisting a rather angry man who appears to be in his forties or fifties. He’s been overly gruff and persnickety the whole transaction and has gotten grouchy over minor things like picking out his seats and paying the price for his ticket, even though it’s the early morning matinee and the tickets are only $5.

Finally, we’re about to finish the transaction when he asks a question.

Customer: “I saw there were some seats on the screen that had little wheelchairs on them. Why’s that?”

Me: “Oh, those are spaces reserved for guests in wheelchairs. There’s no actual seat. It’s just a safe spot where they can park so they can enjoy the movie without having to try and get into one of our chairs.”

He immediately glares at me.

Customer: “So what are you saying? Are you saying that you’ll refuse me a seat if I’m disabled unless I have a wheelchair?!”

Me: *Completely confused* “Uh… no? That’s literally not what I said at all.”

Customer: *Shouting* “I have an invisible disability, a**hole! How dare you discriminate against me?!”

The customer leans in, seething with rage and growling under his breath.

Customer: “I’ll remember this. I’ll remember you, a**hole.”

He stomps away. The next customer in line, who saw this whole transaction, steps forward.

Customer #2: *Baffled* “What the h*** just happened?”

Me: “I don’t know. And I don’t know if I even want to know.”

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This Is A Robbery, If That’s Okay With You?

, , , , | Right | February 17, 2021

I work at a ladies plus-size clothing retailer. A man suddenly runs up behind my counter.

Man: “Where’s your till?”

Me: “I’m sorry, what?”

Man: “Where’s your till? Gimme your money!”

I’m slowly approaching but I’m too derp to register what’s happening.

Me: “My till? But we’ve not made any money today.”

Man: “Oh… Well, really?”

I’m beginning to realise what’s happening.

Me: “Er, yup, bad day for sales today.”

Man: “Oh, but it’s my hood.”

Me: “Yup… still, no money. Sorry.”

Man: “Oh, all right, sis. I’ll let you off this time.”

He fist-bumps me.

Man: “What about this week? Any sales?”

Me: “Yup, but that money’s already in the bank.”

Man: *Nodding sympathetically* “Oh, yeah, rent’s not cheap these days.”

He looks up.

Man: “I like that dress for my mum… How much?”

I tell him the price, and he enquires about the price of four more dresses. Finally, he’s walking out the door.

Man: “All right, sis, I’ll let you off this time. Bye!” 

Me: “Bye!”

I dove on the phone to call security!

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Thanks, But No Spanks

, , , , , | Right | February 17, 2021

An older lady comes up to my register with a lot of groceries. As I am scanning her items, a young male customer who comes in every morning to get an energy drink gets in line behind her. 

Female Customer: *To me* “You remind me of my grandchildren!”

I’m unsure of how to take this.

Me: “Oh, well, thank you.”

Female Customer: “You know what I like to do with my grandchildren?”

She leans in over the conveyor belt and says with a wink:

Female Customer: “Spank them.”

I am so taken aback, I don’t even know how to respond. I look at the guy behind her, and his eyes go wide open, too. 

I am stammering, trying to think of some way to make this conversation appropriate, but I can’t think of anything. The old lady then turns to the guy behind her:

Female Customer: “You’ll help me spank him, won’t you?”

Male Customer: *Completely red-faced* “Oh, um, I don’t know, yeah, I guess.”

I was so taken aback and embarrassed by the whole conversation that I didn’t even say anything for the rest of the transaction. After the lady left, the other customer — who was apparently okay with helping an old lady spank another young guy — refused to look at me for his whole transaction. I never saw either of them ever again.

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