A woman comes in after closing by a few minutes. I run the shop myself in the evenings and close up.

Customer: “I only need some copies and a fax. It shouldn’t take too long.”

I go to make her some copies, but she pushes me out of the way.

Customer: “You’re doing it wrong. You need to let me do it because I’ve done this all my life.”

I point out our sign that reads, “Please let the employees make your copies. You will be charged for any mistakes you make.”

Customer: “I want to do it my way.”

I step back and let her make her copies. I bring her copied papers to the fax machine behind the desk to be faxed. Even though we have a sign that asks customers not to come behind the desk, she follows me and decides to be a helicopter for a few minutes.

The fax line is busy, so I let her know and wait for the line to clear. I place the papers on the desk during this time while I wait.

Once I decide to try sending the fax again, I turn around and the papers are gone.

Me: “Do you have the papers?”

Customer: “I didn’t touch them.”

I look through all the papers on the back desk and the shelves, even though they have no reason to be in there. I am TEARING THE PLACE APART looking for these d*** papers.

Customer: *Freaking out* “Those papers have credit card numbers, bank account numbers, and my social security number on them! I’m going to have to close all of my accounts, and my identity has probably already been stolen!”

I am freaking out because I will for sure get fired over this. I am ready to cry.

Customer: “I’ll check my purse just in case, but I’m pretty sure I didn’t pick them up.”

She pulls out some folded-up papers. It’s those g**d*** papers! She promptly apologizes profusely, and I fax her papers. I total her up to $2.73. She hands over her card.

Me: “We don’t take cards for amounts under $5.”

She went to her car to get some change and came back with a box. The box was full of pennies. She grabbed a few handfuls, more than what she needed, and put them in a box out of which we sold chocolate for a fundraiser. She didn’t even put them in my hands.

She gave me 302 pennies! My boss let me know the next day that a lady had called and complained about my poor behavior toward her. I told him that she was the reason the pennies were taking up three sections in the register.

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I work in a copy store back in the age of fax machines.

Customer: “Your fax machine is broken!”

Me: “What are you trying to fax?”

Customer: “I’m trying to pay this bill, but your machine is being stupid!”

He is actually trying to fax $83.74 to the gas company to pay his bill. He is literally putting dollars and change in the machine where the paper goes.

Me: “That’s not going to work.”

Customer: “Why not?”

Me: “You can only send paper through the fax.”

Customer: “So bills only? Not coins?”

Me: “…no.”

I try explaining and, while still angry, he seems to understand.

Me: “Anything else I can help you with, sir?”

Customer: *Holds up a door key* “I also need to fax my daughter’s house key to her in Florida.”

Me: “…no.”

He cussed me out, saying I just didn’t want to help him. I still can’t think of a polite way to say that we have not invented teleporters yet.

I hate the fax machine.

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I am copying a few pages in the university campus copy shop when a woman storms in and starts barking orders.

Customer: “Drop what you’re doing and help me copy some borrowed notes from a lecture!”

Me: “I’ll be happy to help you in a few seconds.”

Customer: *Yelling* “I have to go to a lecture in three minutes! I have to return the notes immediately! I’m very upset with your attitude.“

I copied the notes, gave them back to her, followed her to the lecture hall, and started my lecture.

It slowly dawned on her that for the next three years, I would be one of her teachers. It was beautiful.

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Client: “When this gets printed, what sort of colors get mixed together?“

Me: “Well, anything that gets printed is basically a combination of black, yellow, cyan, and magenta ink or toner…”

Client: “That’s unacceptable! I’m printing these for boys, not girls. Magenta is a girl’s color. Take the magenta out of your printers and replace it with red. Red is much manlier.“

I have a customer who couldn’t get her pictures to load from her phone on to the photo kiosk. I showed her how to do it with the cable, instead of wifi.

Me: “We can do it this way, but I have to warn you, it will show ALL your pictures. Please be certain you’re okay with this.”

Customer: “Yes, that’s fine.”

The first picture on screen… a penis. A picture later… a very revealing picture of her. She turns beet red and smothers the screen with her body.

I stare at the floor. Mostly because I was trying not to laugh at the abject horror in her face.