(I work in a bookstore. We are four employees, three of them blondes. I’m brunette, however I do have one blond streak at the time. I’m working in the back when a coworker calls me to the front. A regular waits at the cash register. When he sees me, he points at me)
Customer: “YES! I meant her! Now, was that so hard? I told you – the blonde!”
Me: “…”
(We are attached to a mall. Our store is the only location outside the mall with a public restroom. Due to this, our bathrooms tend to be every shopper’s first stop. We try to keep it as clean as possible, but on busier days we can only check it once or twice every couple of hours. After one busy weekend day, we were just about to do a clean, when a woman marches over to my coworkers and me.)
Customer: *angrily points* “You! You need to fix the bathroom. I use it all the time and it’s disgusting.”
Me: “I’m sorr–”
(Customer cuts me off by slamming her fist onto the nearest bookshelf.)
Customer: “No! It’s disgusting and you are just lazy and just as disgusting if you think that’s acceptable. You are not getting paid to just stand. You need to work!”
Me: “We are actually just about–”
Customer: “No! It’s gross. You MUST do something! It smelled like pee and there was some on the seat! I can’t believe you allow that to happen.”
Me: “Um, what would you like us to do? Pee happens.”
(With that, she turned bright red, slammed her fists again, and stormed away. My coworkers could not stop laughing. The kicker, the bathroom was not bad at all. Not even toilet paper on the floor.)
(I work at a bookstore and this is a couple of years ago when ‘The Great Gatsby’ movie came out.)
Customer: “Do you have that new book, The Great Gatsby?”
Me: *sighs* “…follow me.”
(I work at a bookstore and a customer comes up to the register with several teen romance vampire books including ‘Twilight.’)
Customer: “I love vampire books! I can’t get enough of them! I’ve basically read them all.”
Me: “Yeah, I like vampire books, too. Especially Anne Rice.”
Customer: “Who?”
(I manage the children’s section of a bookstore, where we also sell stuffed animals. I am putting some books away when a little boy of about four or five excitedly grabs a stuffed woolly mammoth from the display.)
Boy: “Elephant!”
Me: *cheerfully* “Actually, that’s a woolly mammoth!”
(He pauses and side-eyes me, looking between me and the toy like he’s not sure he believes me.)
Boy: “Elephant?”
Me: “Mammoth. See? It has fur.”
(Still skeptical, the boy goes to where his mom is browsing and tugs on her sleeve.)
Boy: “Mommy, is this an elephant or a mammoth?”
Mother: *glances down* “Elephant.”
(I hope that kid gets sent to a good school.)
