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That’s Rich Coming From You

| Brampton, ON, USA | Bad Behavior, Money

(I work as a sales associate at a very popular children’s store in a very busy mall. As we are cashing out a customer we are supposed to capture their email so we can send them coupons and promotions. A customer returned $300 worth of clothes and is now making a purchase.)

Me: “Would you like to leave your email so we can send you a 20% coupon for your next purchase?”

Customer: “No, I am rich.”

(I look at her with a little look of shock and she points around the store.)

Customer: “I make more money than any of you!”

(After working a full shift during ‘back to school,’ I lose my patience.)

Me: “With all due respect, if you really are as rich as you say, don’t you think it would have made more sense to donate the $300 worth of children’s clothes to a charity?”

(Customer finished the transaction, grabbed her purse, and left – flipping me off!)

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I Don’t Work Here, Does Not Work Here, Part 22

| MO, USA | Bad Behavior, Family & Kids

(When I was twelve years old, I was about 5’2” or 5’3” – about 155 or 160 cm for you non-Americans. Not the tallest girl in my class, but taller than average for my age. One day, my mother takes me and my younger sister shopping. While she is in the fitting room with my sister, she tells me to wait just outside the door. Bored, and seeing that a display table of shirts is a stirred up mess, I start folding shirts.)

Customer: “Hey! I’m talking to you!”

(I realize a woman I’d heard and tuned out is looking at me.)

Me: “Me?”

Customer: “Yes, you! Where are your capris?”

Me: “Uh, I… I don’t…”

Customer: “Don’t give me that. I know you sell them! They’re in your flyer.”

Me: “I don’t know.”

(The woman steps into my personal space and raises her voice, berating me about a sale being advertised. I am frozen, wide-eyed, and speechless. A sales associate on the other side of the store starts toward us, but my mom comes out of the fitting room first.)

Mom: “You don’t talk to her like that!”

Customer: “She was being rude to me!”

Mom: “I don’t care! You don’t talk to her like that; you don’t need to talk to her at all!”

Employee: *finally arriving* “Ladies, how can I help you?”

Customer: “Are you the manager? This girl ignored me and then refused to help me!”

(I am wearing a girly-girl sundress, while the store uniform is a polo shirt and khaki pants.)

Employee: “She doesn’t work here, but I can help you.”

Customer: “But she WAS working!”

Mom: *catching on* “She’s twelve!

Customer: “Then WHY was she FOLDING SHIRTS?!”

Employee: “Just to be nice. Ma’am, what do you need? How can I help you?”

(The employee guided her away from us, while the customer threw a parting shot over her shoulder that I shouldn’t fold shirts if I didn’t work there.)

Mom: *loud enough for her to hear, and earning a dirty look* “Next time a strange adult yells at you, you run away from them and you find me.”

(Later, the employee came back and made a point of thanking me for being helpful – even though I later saw her refolding the shirts more neatly. And for a few years it was a running joke in my family to ask me WHY I was FOLDING the laundry.)

Related:

I Don’t Work Here, Does Not Work Here, Part 21

I Don’t Work Here, Does Not Work Here, Part 20

I Don’t Work Here, Does Not Work Here, Part 19

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I Shall Return… In Ten Years

| Seattle, WA, USA | At The Checkout, Crazy Requests

(I am waiting in line to make my purchase. There are plenty of cashiers.)

Lady In Front Of Me: *beckons to an employee* “Can I return this here?” *shows the employee a bag with something in it*

Employee: “Should be no problem, if you have the receipt!”

(The lady is then called by the cashier, who is shown the receipt and the merchandise she wants returned.)

Cashier: “I can’t return this!”

Lady In Front Of Me: *turns around to the employee and points* “SHE said I could!”

(The employee rapidly comes up to the cashier, who points out.)

Cashier: “This receipt is from ten years ago!”

Lady In Front Of Me: *wails* “YOU SAID I COULD RETURN IT!”

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Flip Flopping On The Price

| Salt Lake City, UT, USA | Extra Stupid

(We’ve just opened up the store and I’m ringing up the first customer of the day. At the end of the transaction, I hand the woman her receipt and the customer scans it carefully.)

Customer: “The sign back there said that the flip flops were two for $6. Why was I charged $4.95?”

Me: “Oh! You only bought one, so they’re regular price that way.”

Customer: “But the sign says two for $6, shouldn’t they be $3?”

Me: “If you bought two pairs, yes, they’re $3 each. But… you only bought one pair of flip flops. The sign clearly says ‘Two for $6.’”

Customer: *getting angry* “Yes, but at some stores that doesn’t mean anything! You can buy just one and still get the sale price!”

Me: “I’m sorry, ma’am, you only get the $3 price if you buy two pairs.”

Customer: *angrily storming away* “You know, you people should really put that on the sign!”

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Trying To Pass On The Credit To You

| Provo, UT, USA | Bad Behavior, Crazy Requests, Criminal & Illegal, Popular, Wild & Unruly

(I’m cashiering when a customer approaches me and turns in a lost credit card she found lying on the floor in front of the doors. I take it, make note of the name on the card, and place it in the safe behind the registers. About twenty minutes later, I get a phone call from a woman saying she thinks her credit card is still at the store. I verify the name on the card, and tell her we did find it. She comes back into the store a few minutes later.)

Customer: “I’m here for a lost credit card.”

Me: “Okay, let me just check your ID!”

(The names again match up, and I return the card to her.)

Customer: “Can I get the name of the girl who rang up my purchase? She never gave me back my card.”

Me: “Actually, I’m pretty sure she did. Another customer found the card on the floor by the doors. I think you may have dropped it, ma’am.”

Customer: “No, I’m pretty sure she kept it from me. I’d like her name. When I find extra charges on the card I’m calling your manager and turning her in!”

Me: “Ma’am, she has worked here for three years, and I know for a fact she would never steal your credit card. There’s no way she could have kept your card, made purchases, and dropped it over by the door all while still being on the clock and ringing at the registers.”

(At this moment, the coworker in question, whose shift has just ended, walks past the registers on her way out. I ask her about the card.)

Coworker: “Yes, ma’am, I do remember handing your card back to you. You put everything back in your wallet but kept the card in your hand as you walked away.”

Customer: “You’re lying! Give me your name! I’m going home to check my bank account and if there are any extra charges on my card I’m calling corporate and the police on you!”

Coworker: “My name is [Coworker] and I promise you won’t find any extra charges on your card.”

(The customer stormed out of the store in reply. There were never any extra charges placed on her card.)

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