Beggars Belief How Rich They Are

, , , , , | Friendly | November 28, 2018

(I am a university student, and money is beyond tight. I am walking through the station, catching a train home for the holidays, when a beggar stops me, asking for money.)

Beggar: “Hey, you. I need money for a ticket; can you spare me a tenner?”

Me: “Sorry, I don’t have any coins on me.”

Beggar: “That’s okay; I can easily break a hundred for you.”

Me: “Then you have more money than me, so no. Goodbye.”

(She followed me, cursing at me all through the station, until I detoured past a couple of police officers walking by and slipped away.)

Unfiltered Story #122763

, | Unfiltered | October 8, 2018

(I worked last year in a small store where everything was already ridiculously cheap and we have discounts on most things. One day, a customer points to a lamp we’re selling)

Customer: “I want that lamp, but it’s too expensive, can you give me a discount?”

Me: “No, I’m not authorised to do that.”

Customer: “Please? I live very far away and I won’t be back here, please give me a discount.”

Me: “No, I’m sorry, I can’t give you a discount.”

Customer: “Come on you’ll still make money! I really want it, and I can’t come back here.”

Me: “I’m really sorry but I seriously can’t do that, we’ll still get the lamp sold for the actual price, so if you bought it for a further discount, we’d lose money.”

Customer: “Yeah but I really want it! And I won’t be back here again! Just let me buy it for a discount, I’m already buying other things. Come on.”

(I’m starting to lose my patience, when my boss happens to arrive and has heard some of the transaction)

Boss: “It’s okay ma’am, you can have it for a discount.”

Customer: “Than you! I really won’t be back here.”

(after she’s left)

Me: “Why’d you do that?”

Boss: “She was annoying.”

Unfiltered Story #117793

, | Unfiltered | July 31, 2018

(I work as a cashier. An older lady is coming through my line with only three items. I finish ringing her up.)

Me: Okay, that’ll be [Total].

Customer: No, the salmon is suppose to be [Price]. It’s on sale.

(I look at my screen, where I have the regular prize for the salmon and then the discount is subtracted so I have to do some quick math. It takes a few seconds.)

Me: Well, it does cost [Same prize as the customer saw].

Customer: (Annoyed) Then I’ll just have to go down there and check myself.

Me: No, no the salmon is [Prize].

Customer: Oh, it is? Why do you say [Total] then?

Me: (Pointing to her two other items) Because you also bought these two.

Customer: How was I suppose to know what you meant?

Me: But I told you your total?

Customer: That’s very confusing.

Me: Have a nice day.

Unfiltered Story #115268

, | Unfiltered | June 28, 2018

(I’m working the self-service checkout. There are six machines but currently I have no custormers so I’m cleaning one of the machines at the far end of the self-checkout area. A customer walk in, look around and then walk straight down to the one machine I’m cleaning. I have a roll of paper towels and the cleaning spray sitting on the scanning area and is clearly working. The customer puts down his basket and start to pick up items out of his basket.)

Me: Excuse me, but I’m currently cleaning this machine, could I get you to use one of the free ones instead?

Costumer: Oh, I’m sorry, I didn’t notice.

(The costumer walks of to one of the other machines. This appens at least once every shift.)

The Terrible-Twos And The Terrible Parents

, , , , , | Right | March 9, 2018

(I work at the self-service checkout. A mother and her young son, probably around two years old, come and start scanning their items. The son is very energetic and he starts to climb up on the part of the machine that weighs the items. A messages pops up on the screen saying that there’s an unknown item in the bagging area.)

Me: “I’m so sorry, but this part of the machine is actually a scale, so when your son is climbing around on it, it gets all confused. You won’t be able to continue to scan until he’s down from there.”

(The mom doesn’t speak very good Danish and is obviously a little confused, but she grabs her son and puts him on the floor. He immediately runs out of the self-service area and stands at the front end of the store. The mother looks after him, but then continues her scanning, so I follow the boy to keep an eye on him. Usually, kids will run over to the bakery department to look at cakes, but not this boy. When he sees I’m following him, he starts to run, laughing, towards the store exit. Even though I’m not supposed to leave the self-service area, I decide to follow him, to see if he is actually going to leave the store. I doubt that he will, but our store is placed on a very busy street that has a lot of both bikes and cars. The boy runs out of the store, and I start running after him. I almost lose him out on the sidewalk, because there are people everywhere, but I manage to grab him right before he enters the busy bike lane. I pick him up, and he grins at me. I carry him back into the store and give him to his mother.)

Me: “You better hold on to him. I just got to him before he ran out onto the road.”

Mother: “Oh, okay.”

(She picked him up and held him for the rest of the transaction. I didn’t get a thank-you.)

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