Unfiltered Story #186253

, , | Unfiltered | February 20, 2020

i run my own booth at conventions and dont mind haggeling with customers

Customer: starts opening her backpack and asks “would you trade something for this copy of twilight?” The customer pulls out this ratty copy and tries to hand it to me.

Me: “no thanks I don’t really like twilight”

Customer: “what how come I really want to trade”

Me: “sorry but I prefer books that are good.” A second costumer starts snickering nearby.

Customer: starts pulling out 2nd book in worse shape. “then how about breaking dawn”

Me: “not really helping your case” the customer scampers off and we joke about it with the customer that had been laughing.

The next day I have a group of people looking around in front of me and I hear a voice from the back asking their friend “hey I wonder if they would barter?”

Me: “yes you can barter”

2nd customer “it’s not a wise bartering tactic to let people know they can barter”

Me: “thats true but it’s better to make something then nothing” he nods and goes back to browsing. I finally see the person that had asked the question and it was the same girl that tried to trade me her books.

Customer: “this is my first time bartering”

Customers friend: “that’s right so she’s level 1 at battering” and she starts giggling.

Customer: “how much is this?”

Me: “those are normally $12 or 2 for $20.”

Customer: “will you take $7 for it”

Me: “How about $10?”

Customer: “How about $5?” Her friend starts laughing

Me: “uhh how about $9?”

Customer: “$5.50”

Me: “umm no, back to $10”

Customers friend: “you should just take the $9”

Customer: “$5.50”

Me: “How about this $9 and you don’t have to pay sales tax if you pay with cash.” (note if anyone pays in cash I don’t charge sales tax because I don’t keep change and it’s to much of a hassle)

Customer “$5.50”

Customers friend: “just take the $9 with no tax already your such a noob” with that both me and her friend start laughing and she finally agrees. She hands me a $20 bill and says, “remember you agreed to $9.”

Me: “I know I’m good to my word once an agreement is made.”

Not-So-Clearly Marked Markers

, , | Right | February 14, 2020

(I’m at a convention selling art supplies, including special alcohol art markers. For easy calculating, you can say that one art marker is five dollars, five markers has an offer of 20 dollars, and ten markers are 40 dollars. People often find them expensive; we, of course, understand and never pressure anyone. We also sell cases you can save the markers in: a case for 36 markers for ten dollars and a case for 72 markers for 15 dollars — also a special offer. The prices are mentioned near the products.)

Girl: “Wait, a case for 72 markers for 15 dollars?! I have to get that!”

(My father sells her the case; she uses a card, so we get a small fee on our side. The fee is small, so it means less profit for us. It’s a loss we calculated.)

Girl: “Great!” *walks over to me* “Can I see your markers? Which ones do you use the most?” 

(I talk to the girl and she mentions that she really wants the colours I have suggested. Since it’s not uncommon with us for people to buy one thing first and come back later, I’m thinking we’re up for a second sale. The girl starts putting markers in the case. When she reaches a third of the case, I walk to my dad.)

Me: *whispering* “She seems to have quite a budget.”

Father: “Well, she paid with a card; maybe she saved up. That happens pretty often.”

Me: “True.”

(Still, it feels off. The case is now half full. The girl is still happily browsing.) 

Me: “Dad, that’s a lot of markers. I know I shouldn’t judge, but she’s very young. She’s not thinking she gets the case and gets to pick her own markers, right?” 

Father: “Of course not! A single marker is five dollars! Anyone can conclude you can’t get a case of 72 markers for 15 dollars. Of course she knows that!”

(To save time, my father starts calculating the sale price. He has to do this manually, because of the special offers. He comes to a nice amount; a really good value for those markers.) 

Father: “Hey, I went ahead and calculated the sale price for you. If you want, you can pay now and keep on browsing at your own pace.”

(The girl stops and turns pale.)

Girl: “Pay?”

Father: *uneasy* “Yes… for the 72 markers?” 

Girl: “Eh… Oh… I thought… I mean… I misunderstood. I thought… I mean… I’ll put them all back.” 

(It becomes clear that the girl did think she could get hundreds of dollars of value for 15 dollars! My father also expects she will want a refund for the case, so he also takes the money out of our till — we can’t return it to a card. Indeed, she quietly asks if she can return the case, as well. We give the refund, having lost several cents and a lot of time… not to mention that the girl misplaces quite a few markers, so we have to check everything, as well. The second day of the convention, we discuss the event again.)

Me: “I’ll add a disclaimer with the cases: ‘markers not included.’”

Father: “Come on. Surely she is the only one. This won’t happen again.” 

(Later that day:)

Girl #2: “If I get that case for 36, can I pick my own colours or will you pick the colours for me?”

Me: “You can pick your own colours, but just to be clear, the price is for the case only. There are no markers included.” *points at disclaimer*

Girl #2: “I have to pay for the markers separately?!”

(Next convention, the disclaimer will be in bold and red. With arrows. And exclamation marks!)

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Unfiltered Story #184503

, , | Unfiltered | January 30, 2020

(I work as a volunteer for a comic book convention , helping people with issues they have with their badges. One lady comes up to replace her lost badge.)
Me: “How can I help you today?”
Lady: I lost my badge and need it replaced
Me: “okay I can do that, but there is a $15 replacement fee”
Lady: “What? That’s crazy I was just waiting in line and I don’t have time for this. I’m not going to pay that”
Me: ” I’m so sorry ma’am but I can’t replace your badge without charging you for it. It’s our policy to protect us from people who are selling their badges on the street.”
Lady: ” I want to talk to your superviser”
(I then call my mother, who happened to be superviser at the time)
Mom: “What’s up?”
Lady: ” I need a new badge but having to pay for it is completely ludicrous.”
Mom: “I’m sorry ma’am but in order for you to get your badge replaced we have to charge you a fee. You are welcome to leave the convention if you do not wish to pay the fee but we can not let you back on the floor without a badge. It’s your choice”
Lady: “But it’s not my fault I lost it!! Is there someone else I can talk to?”
(The whole time her tone was extremely rude and accusing, but when my boss walked up to speak with her she went sugar sweet)
Boss: “How can I help you ma’am”
Lady: “I’ve been waiting in line all day and happened to misplace my badge, I think it’s just so unfair that I have to pay when it was an accident. I’m not trying to sell my badge I promise.”
Boss: “ma’am we really do have to charge you because if I didn’t charge you then the guy behind you isn’t going to want to pay then the guy behind him and that’s just not ok.”
Lady: “please I’m begging you sir.”
(They go back and forth with her begging and him saying no for a few minutes before he finally gives in and makes me give it to her for free. He did follow her to make sure she wasn’t selling it but the whole situation made me so ma

Send You To Jail In An Undiscovered Country

, , , , , | Legal | January 18, 2020

In the early 1990s, I was part of a Star Trek reenacting of the Khitomer Peace Treaty between Humans and Klingons.

The guy playing Chancellor Gorkon, a Klingon, essential for the play, never turned up. “Surely, it is his new girlfriend; no respect for the fleet,” somebody accused. “He drank too much blood-wine,” somebody else suggested.

He never turned up… until the next day.

What had happened was the following: on the subway, two police officers asked him who he was; he said he was a Klingon. They thought this was a gang. They asked him what he intended to do with his big knife, and he replied that it was no big knife; it was a Bat’leth. And what are you going to do with this thingy? ”Kill puny humans.”

The police put him in the overnight arrest for planned manslaughter.

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Has Very Bad Comic(on) Timing

, , , , , | Friendly | January 18, 2020

(I’m getting ready to go to a comic convention, but I’m having trouble affording the hotel room as the people that usually travel with me can’t make it. But one of them refers me to two friends wanting to go.)

Friend-Of-Friend: “Oh, my God, I’m so excited for the con!”

Me: “Glad to have you on board. Among the three of us, we each need to kick in $150 for the room. I’ll need it by [Date] so it will hit my bank account at go-time. I’m also bringing [list of grocery items], so we can make quick meals in the room. Do you need a ride?”

Friend-Of-Friend: “Okay, no problem! We’ll get there on our own. Looking forward to it.” 

Me: “Okay, see you there.”

(Fast forward to the day before I need their part of the room rental.)

Me: “Hey, I still need you to pay for your shares of the room. Where are you on that?”

Friend-Of-Friend: “Oh, yeah. How much are badges? 

Me: “It’s too late to pre-order, but you can buy them at the door for $50.”

Friend-Of-Friend: “WHAT?! I CAN’T AFFORD THAT! I just won’t go, then!”

(I managed to pay for the hotel on my own and still enjoy the convention. But how could this chick afford a hotel, but not a badge that was a third of the cost?)

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