Drunk With Managerial Power

| USA | Working | April 28, 2015

(I work in a convenience store that takes money orders at the customer service desk. The company we do them through isn’t cooperating that day, and my manager has just phoned them for the third time when he gets paged to assist one of the front registers.)

Manager: *SIGH*

Me: “Do you want me to just take your key? If it’s just a void or something, I can do that while you fight with these people.”

Manager: “Yeah, would you? My numbers are [numbers].”

(I take the manager key, which is required for price changes, voiding any merchandise priced higher than $5, and in this case, authorizing rain checks. We have to page the managers for almost everything, and have to sit there and wait for them to show up while the customers stew. It turned out the customers in this case want a rain check for an item we no longer carried.)

Me: *to everyone up front before heading back to my own department* “I’ve got the manager key if anyone needs it. Just page me to whatever register.”

(Nobody else needs the key, and eventually the manager pages me back to customer service so I can return it to him. I go back to talk to a coworker up front with a pout.)

Me: “My brief reign of power is over.”

Coworker: “And it was surprisingly peaceful!”

I Can Put On My Own Pants And Everything

| Buffalo, NY, USA | Right | April 25, 2015

(A customer comes in to buy a pack of cigarettes. He looks under-age.)

Me: “Can I see some ID please?”

Customer: “I don’t have to show ID. C’mon, I’m wearing snowpants!”

(Ironically enough there was a young boy about four-years-old standing in line behind him wearing… snowpants.)

Has A No-Drinking Problem

| Stratford-Upon-Avon, Warwick, England, UK | Working | April 6, 2015

(I’m working behind the tills, and it’s getting close to the end of my shift. I started getting thirsty not one hour in, and after three hours I’m absolutely parched. The next customer rolls in, and I try to concentrate.)

Me: “Hi, would you like a drink?”

Customer: “…What?”

Me: *penny drops* “Oh, god! I meant would you like a bag!”

(The customer and I share a laugh, I try to explain myself, and she encourages me to get some water. I do exactly that, the minute that I’m able.)

It’s The Principle Of The Matter

| USA | Right | March 20, 2015

(I am second in line, and it’s early morning on a Thursday. The area has just gotten a severe weather warning about freezing rain and hail. In front of me is a chipper customer chatting with the clerk as she pays for her 40-oz bottles of malt liquor.)

Customer: “I got four of these. Does the two for five bucks still apply?”

Clerk: “Sure does. You got the day off, do you?”

Customer: “Yep, I work for the school district, and school’s been cancelled! I’m gonna get shit-faced before noon!”

Clerk: *slightly shocked* “Okay, well, that’s $10.20. Have fun.”

Customer: “Oh, don’t worry. I’m not teaching your kids. I’m the principal!”

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Tried To Kill The Sale

| CA, USA | Working | March 17, 2015

(A couple weeks before this incident, I had to bathe my cat because he got into something sticky and foul smelling. He scratched up my arms and part of my stomach trying to escape the sink and it left a lot of scars.)

Me: “Just this soda and these candies, please.”

(I put the items on the counter in the process showing my arms.)

Cashier: “Did you try to kill yourself?”

Me: “Excuse me?”

Cashier: “That’s disgusting. Why are flaunting your scars like you want sympathy?”

Me: “…I got them from my cat.”

Cashier: “Yeah. Try harder next time. Do everyone a favor.”

Me: “You know, never mind the items. I’m not buying anything.”

(As I left the store about six other customers left looking completely disgusted. None of them had purchased anything either.)

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