Unable To Kinect To Your Plan

, , , , , | | Right | July 8, 2019

(I work at a local used video game store chain. Since we deal in every console, we receive a lot of cool things sometimes. However, it also brings a lot of questionable material. For instance, today a customer walks in and doesn’t even look at me.)

Customer: “Hey, man, I need 30 bucks for this unopened Kinect.”

Me: “Well, normally, I’d be happy to take it, but this location already has two of them and it has to be open. Also, I don’t really have any spare cash avail–“

(He cuts me off.)

Customer: *in a pitiful tone* “Dude, I’ll take 25; just please give me some money!”

(At this point I have no intention of dealing with this man, so I tell him we aren’t able to do it. He walks quickly back to the door, opens it, and shouts:)

Customer: “This place sucks; they never give me money!”

(He then exited the store and ran off. He forgot his Kinect. Upon closer inspection, the box was opened, and instead of a Kinect, it had a few DVDs and a PlayStation 2 controller.)

Unfiltered Story #152494

, , , | | Unfiltered | May 31, 2019

(I’m the customer in this one. I’m in line, trying to purchase a cooling pad and 2 DVD’s. The first one is fine but the second makes an odd sound and the cashier begins to put it away.)

Me: Is something wrong with that one?

Cashier: Sorry, you have to be 18 to buy it.

Me: …. I’m 23…

(God please don’t let me look like a high school girl for the rest of my life)

They’ll Be Staying In A Very Different Room Tonight

, , , , , | | Right | May 29, 2019

(A woman calls the hotel asking for directions.)

Caller: “I’m on [highway] and I can’t find your hotel.

Me: *looking at a map* “Okay, ma’am, you’re about 30 minutes from the hotel. Just stay on the freeway and—“

Caller: “Uh-oh, a police officer just turned on his lights behind me. What should I do?”

Me: “I would pull over, ma’am.”

Caller: “I don’t know. How do I know it’s a real cop?”

Me: “Well, if he has blue and red lights flashing or any variation of that, it is very likely a cop. I would pull to the side of the road, ma’am.”

Caller: “I’m from out of town and I don’t know what the police in this area look like. This area doesn’t look very safe, anyway. I’m going to keep driving. Will you stay on the phone with me?”

Me: “Yes, I will, ma’am, but I advise you to pull over.”

(About ten or fifteen minutes go by, and the woman is still driving with the police car, sirens blaring, behind her. I finally convince her to pull over.)

Police Officer: *in the background of her phone* “Shut your vehicle off and get out of the car with your hands up!”

Caller: “I’m not getting out of the car. How do I know you’re a real cop?”

Police Officer: “Shut off your vehicle and exit the vehicle now!”

(She refuses, a struggle ensues and the caller starts pleading with me to call the police to help her. They have a brief conversation and she asks the officer to talk to me on the phone. I explain to the cop that she wasn’t trying to evade but she was afraid to pull over and I plead for him to not take her to jail. The cop agrees not to jail her and tells me he’s going to follow her to the hotel to make sure arrives safely. She arrives at the hotel about 45 minutes later with the cop.)

Caller: “Are you the one I was speaking to on the phone?”

Me: “Yes, ma’am.”

Caller: “I got a speeding ticket. Thanks a lot.” *storms off*

Police Officer: *with a look of bewilderment towards me* “Jeez, I’m glad I don’t have your job.”

Unfiltered Story #149721

, , , | | Unfiltered | May 12, 2019

Customer with accent: Where are the naughty bars?
Me:….I’m sorry what?
Customer: Naughty bars!
Me:… Oh! Nutty bars, isle 2.
(Not even my strangest encounter all day)

The Prime-Orderless Soup

, , , , , , , | Working | April 29, 2019

On a snowy January day, I decided to go to a popular fast-casual restaurant known for their soup because that sounded like the perfect meal for the weather. There was no one else in line, and there were four employees working behind the counter. They all looked like they were stocking the food, with two on the bakery side and two on the cafe side.

As I stood at the register, about three feet from the closest employee, no one looked at me or spoke to me. After about thirty seconds had passed, the employee closest to me shouted for someone else to come “ring.” Still, no one told me it might be a minute or even looked at me.

The person the employee called for never came up to ring. At this point, I just wanted to see if anyone would actually acknowledge me, so I stayed quiet. They all went on working for about a minute or so when the employee closest to me who had shouted for help started complaining about the person she called for. She talked about how “lazy” and “stupid” he was because he couldn’t make it up to the front to the register.

I completely understand complaining about coworkers, but not in front of customers, especially when you haven’t even looked at them! Finally, I checked my phone and realized it had been more than three minutes since I first got to the register. Three minutes isn’t a long time, but it sure felt like it when all I wanted was them to scoop some soup into a bowl for me! By now, I wanted to make sure I was still corporeal, so I left the restaurant and got food at a different fast-casual chain. I had my food from the second restaurant in about a minute and was much happier with my meal.

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