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Getting Tired Of This Knit

, , , | Right | July 18, 2026

I worked at a discount store, and we sold yarn. The package of the yarn had a picture of a sweater. An old lady goes up to me with the package.

Customer: “How do I knit this sweater?”

Me: “Hmm, I’m not sure. I’ve never knitted before. Perhaps you could look it up online if you bought it.”

Customer: “No, it has a picture of the sweater here on the package. I need directions on how to make it.”

Me: “Yeah, I think it’s just showing you possibilities of clothing you can make with the yarn.”

Customer: “There are directions somewhere…”

I hold out my hand and act like I’m examining the package, though I know there are no directions on it.

Me: “No, I don’t see any on the package. I’m sorry about that.”

Customer: “You have to know, you work here and are selling this yarn to me, saying I can make this sweater. You need instructions. That’s false advertisement!”

Me: “…I’m sorry, ma’am, we are just a discount store. If we had directions, I would surely give them to you.”

Customer: “Let me speak to your manager.”

I smile and tell her to wait there. I walk back to the warehouse and smile at my manager.

Me: “Hey [Manager], an old lady is mad and wants to talk to you because I couldn’t tell her how to make a sweater with yarn.”

Manager: *Rolls eyes as he starts walking.* “Jesus Christ.”

The Land Of The Free-For-All

, , , | Right | July 4, 2026

I work in a large craft store that sells a lot of seasonal items around holidays.

It’s the day after a July 4th long weekend, and all the associated décor is 90% off. About five carts of the stuff are pushed to the front by a couple of customers.

Customer: “We’re buying all of these, but we’re getting more. Can we hold these here?”

Me: “That’s fine.”

The couple goes back into the aisles to get more stuff. Another customer comes through my lane with their cart, also filled with a lot of July 4th stuff. She notices the other carts.

Other Customer: “Oh, so this is where you’re keeping the sale stuff. Can I look through these?”

Me: “No, ma’am, these are for another customer. They’re just leaving them here while they get some more items.”

I’m not kidding, this woman literally stomped her foot.

Other Customer: “ALL OF THEM?! THAT’S JUST NOT FAIR! DO YOU THINK THAT IS FAIR?!”

Me: “If a customer has taken an item off the shelf, then it’s theirs.”

Other Customer: “But they haven’t paid for it yet!”

Me: “Yes, but they intend to.”

Other Customer: “Well, if they haven’t paid for it yet, then it’s fair game!”

This customer starts walking over to the carts.

Me: “Ma’am, please don’t go through those carts. They don’t belong to you.”

Other Customer: “They belong to no one until they’re paid for!”

Me: “No, they belong to the store until they’re paid for, and as a worker at this store, I am telling you not to touch those carts.”

Other Customer: “Hmph, you don’t have the power to do that.”

Before I can reply, the original customers come back with one more cart. They see the other customer beginning to go through their things.

Customer: “Uh… what are you doing?”

Other Customer: “It’s not fair that you get to take all these deals home! They’re not yours until they’re paid for!”

Me: “Ma’am, I will ask this one more time. Please come and pay for your items and leave.”

Customer: “Those are her unpaid items? Cool, I’ll have a browse of what’s in there to see if I missed anything.”

The original customer starts walking toward me. The other customer, realizing what’s happening, darts back to me and practically throws herself over her cart.

Other Customer: “No! These are mine!”

Customer: “They’re not yours until they’re paid for, right?”

Other Customer: *Realizing she’s been caught in her own trap.* “F*** you! It’s not fair that you get to buy so many of the deals! It’s not fair!”

Me: “Ma’am, I am giving you a choice of buying the items in this cart and leaving, or just straight up leaving. What’s it gonna be?”

Other Customer: “Fine! I’ll buy my things, but it isn’t fair! It isn’t!”

She’s muttering about fairness the entire time it takes me to scan and bag her twenty-or-so items. After she’s done, the couple is finally ready for me to start checking out their five carts of items.

Other Customer: *Turning to shout at the three of us as she’s leaving.* “This is unfair! People shouldn’t be able to just take as much as they want whenever they want it!”

Customer: “That’s the history of America. Happy July 4th, ma’am!”

Dino-Mite Career Goals

, , , , , , | Right | June 27, 2026

I was a witness to this exchange, and it makes me smile to this day.

I used to work at a chain of craft stores where we had to wear red vests. On this day, I was working the checkout line along with a coworker when a customer approached the counters. He was accompanied by his young son, whom I believed to be around three to four years old. 

This little guy was wearing a brown cowboy hat, brown cowboy boots, a red flannel shirt, jeans, and a bandanna. Just the sweetest little kid.

My coworker turned her attention to him as she scanned their items and asked him with a smile:

Coworker: “Oh, are you a cowboy?”

He said clearly in his tiny little voice:

Boy: “No, I am a paleontologist!”

At this, I had two things flash in my head. One, how I was slightly surprised at his perfect pronunciation of the word, and two, I melted at the sheer cuteness of the moment. I firmly believe that this guy is going places in life, and you cannot convince me otherwise.

Lacking Specs Appeal

, , , , , | Right | June 8, 2026

Customer: “I need help with these glasses.”

Me: “Ma’am, we are an art supply store. But you’re in luck, because I used to work as an optician, so I might be able to help you anyway.”

Customer: “Perfect! See, I just picked up these prescription glasses for my son, and they’re all wrong.”

She shows me a case with a brand new pair of glasses with a shiny black plastic frame.

Me: “Wrong how…?”

Customer: “They’re the wrong color! You see, they’re black when they were supposed to be blue!”

Me: “I’m sorry, but I’m not sure what you want me to do about that. That is definitely something you should take up with the optician you got them from. It sounds like they messed up your order, so it would be on them to fix it.”

Customer: “Oh, no, I ordered the black ones because the optician said these frames don’t come in blue. My son picked these even though he wanted blue glasses, so I am going to surprise him and make them blue!”

Me: “If your son picked these, don’t you think he liked them the way they are?”

Customer: “Don’t be ridiculous, he doesn’t like black! Blue is his favorite color, so I will find a way to make them blue. Now, how do you think I should go about this?”

Me: “Alright, I will try to figure something out for you here. But let me point out that I strongly advise against messing with your son’s glasses in any way. Especially considering these are brand new, if you modify them in any way and it turns out the prescription isn’t quite right for your son, your optician will most definitely refuse to exchange the glasses.”

Customer: “It’s going to be fine, don’t worry. Just tell me how I can paint the glasses!”

Me: “Alright. First of all, I recommend only painting the outside of the frames, where they don’t come into permanent direct contact with your son’s skin. Also, these are high-gloss plastic frames, so you will need to sand the surface so that any color you put on will have a chance to stick. Then you will have to paint them, and finally, you will need a clear gloss varnish to protect the paint. And even then, I cannot guarantee that the paint will actually last.”

Customer: “Sand them?! No, that’s far too much work. I was thinking more along the lines of blue tape.”

Me: “Tape won’t last at all, Ma’am.”

Customer: “Then what about acrylic markers?”

Me: “That’s the same as using normal acrylic paint. The surface of the frames is way too smooth for any kind of paint to stick. You’d be able to scrape it right off with your fingers.”

Customer: “What about felt-tip pens then?”

Me: “Those are water-soluble, so they will come right off with a bit of sweat and natural oils from your skin. Not to mention, felt-tip pens don’t work on plastic.”

Customer: “Well, you’re not being any help at all. I feel like you don’t want me to get creative with these glasses at all!”

What tipped her off?

Customer: “I’ll just have a look around the store myself. I’m sure I will find something that works!”

And off she goes. As the store is pretty quiet at this time, my boss (who is the sole owner of the store) and coworker have both been able to listen to the conversation I just had. My coworker is now standing next to me as we watch the customer walk back and forth between the aisles, wondering what unhinged idea she will come up with next. Eventually, the customer returns to us with the smug air of someone who has no idea what they’re doing.

Customer: “I found the perfect thing!”

Me: “…Ma’am, that’s wax. For decorating candles.”

Customer: “I know, it’s exactly what I need! Candles are smooth, and the wax sticks to them with no problem.”

Me: “Wax is also soft and malleable at room temperature.”

Customer: “I’m sure there’s a way to make it harden. Maybe I can put it in the oven, like those oven-bake clays!”

Me: “…”

Customer: “Now you’re speechless! Hah! I knew I’d figure this out.”

Me: “Ma’am… please humor me here: What happens to wax when it gets hot?”

Customer: “It melts. …. Oh.”

Me: “Yup. And before you go back to that oven-bake clay idea—”

Customer: “—I wasn’t! I was just going to use ceramic paint pens!”

Me: “Those also need to be baked into the material in the oven. And what do you think happens to plastic, the material those glasses are made of, when it gets hot?”

Customer: “Now you’re just making me sound stupid. Fine, I’ll take the paint you suggested first. But I won’t do the sanding! That’s just ridiculous.”

Me: “Certainly.”

I show her the outdoor weather and corrosion-resistant acrylic paint. The customer picks a blue shade and struts off to the registers, where my boss is waiting to ring her out.

Boss: “Hi there! I heard you talking to my employee and that she expressly advised you against this project. I trust and support her judgement on this. Please also keep in mind that paint is non-returnable. I still hope you’re successful with your art project anyway.”

You’d think that would be it, right? Wrong! That was only part one. This part of the story, I only got to hear about via my boss and colleague, as I was on lunch break when this happened:

Lo and behold, a few days later, the customer returns in a sour mood and walks up to my boss at the registers.

Customer: “I want to return this paint I bought a few days ago.”

Boss: “I’m sorry; as I told you when you bought this, paint is non-refundable.”

Customer: “But I didn’t even use it! My son got home before I got to painting his new glasses and said he didn’t want them to be blue! He liked the black ones, can you believe it?”

Boss: “Be that as it may, I still can’t refund the paint. Maybe your son can use it for his next art project at school.”

Customer: “No! I don’t need this paint, and you have to refund it!”

Boss: “I do not. You wanted blue paint; this is blue paint. You bought it even after my employee and I both advised against it. I am not taking it back.”

Customer: “You will! And I will keep standing right here until you do!”

Boss: “Sure, go ahead. We close in about five hours, so you will be standing for a while.”

She ushers the other customers in line to the next registers, literally three feet to the right, to cash them out, and proceeds to ignore the now sulking customer. The customer lasts for all of five minutes before she snaps and stomps her foot.

Customer: “THIS IS RIDICULOUS! REFUND ME NOW!”

Boss: “Absolutely not.”

Customer: “I WILL SUE YOU! JUST WAIT UNTIL MY LAWYER HEARS ABOUT THIS!”

Boss: “I’m sure he’ll be delighted over this much drama over a 4€ bottle of paint.”

Customer: “I WILL NEVER COME BACK HERE AGAIN!” *Storms out.*

Boss: “Good riddance.”

Other Customer In Line: “I will definitely be back. You don’t get this kind of entertainment elsewhere!”

At this point, I return from my lunch break, having heard the screaming.

Me: “What happened here?”

Colleague: “You’ll never believe who didn’t want their blue paint after all…”

Which Craft?

, , | Right | May 6, 2026

I worked at Michael’s Arts and Crafts. A lady came up to me and asked me:

Customer: “Where’s the craft section?”

Me: “The… craft section?”

Customer: “You know the craft section. Like at Walmart.”

Me: “This whole store is a craft section. What were you looking for specifically?”

Customer: “The whole store? Oh, no, no, no, I don’t like that. I don’t like that at all.”

Me: “I can help if you tell me—”

Customer: “—I like it at Walmart because they got everything in one small place. I can see it all. You telling me the whole store is crafts? No, I don’t like that. I can’t see everything!”

Me: “I can show you where sections are if—”

Customer: *Walking out, muttering.* “—No, no, I don’t like this. I’m going to Walmart…”