Battery Him With Kindness

, , , | Right | April 25, 2021

I need some batteries, which are kept behind the counter so no one steals them.

Me: “Some AA batteries, please.”

The cashier’s eyes actually water up with tears as he gets them for me.

Cashier: “Thank you for treating me like a human being.”

Poor guy. I can only imagine the day he had.

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Doubling Down On The Deposit

, , , | Right | March 18, 2021

There is a store where you can rent a wet vacuum cleaner for free for like a week when purchasing a specific detergent. I use this service once or twice a year.

This year, I’ve been told that you have to provide a certain amount of money as a pledge, since there was a lot of trouble with devices which were returned damaged or even were never returned ever — despite the fact that you have to provide your ID along with the rental procedure.

As I was not sure if the amount was €400 or €200, and I don’t want to call in again and ask, I put €400 into my purse. Right as I proceed with the rental procedure and ask if it was €400 or €200, as I could provide both amounts, the employee states:

Employee: “We have so many people complaining about the €200 deposit and you’re actually bringing €400 with you; that’s something new.”

I hope I restored a little faith with how much I value their service.

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Don’t Judge People, Period

, , , | Right | February 1, 2021

I have just moved apartments, and I am stocking up on all of the essentials. I’ve been putting things on the belt while the cashier scans them when he suddenly gets a look of disgust on his face and drops the box that he is holding.

I glance at it and see that it is a box of tampons. Given the stories I’ve read, I’m already rolling my eyes internally.

Cashier: “Sorry, ma’am. I’ll see about getting you a clean box.”

Me: “Huh?”

The cashier grabbed the side of the box and turned it around to reveal that some liquid had spilled down the back of the box, leading to the box deforming from water damage and some sort of sticky glue-like residue being left behind. Apparently, I’d missed it when I was pulling the box off of the shelf.

Luckily, none of the other items I was buying were affected, and he was able to pull a clean box from the shelf, but it certainly taught me a lesson about jumping to judge someone.

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In For A Penny, In For A Whole Bunch Of Pennies

, , , , , , | Working | January 15, 2021

About twenty years ago, when I was in high school, I worked after school at a drugstore chain. One of the shift supervisors was a real jerk. He made the girls who worked there very uncomfortable and was all around just a bully.

One day, he decided to sneak up behind me and dump some cologne on me that was marked to be thrown away. I absolutely reeked for the rest of my shift. I was furious. I have a sensitive nose and I was miserable. He thought it was hilarious.

I got my revenge when I left for the night.

Earlier on in my shift, I got extra rolls of change for my register in case I needed them. It was pretty quiet so I didn’t end up needing them. I worked until close, and it was the supervisor’s job to count the register; I was scheduled to be off as soon as the store closed.

Just before leaving, I opened and dumped out every single roll of coins in my register. The spaces for the coins were completely full. My supervisor had to count it all out before he could go home for the night.

He never messed with me again. He couldn’t do anything to me because then it would come out that he’d dumped the cologne on me. And technically, I didn’t break any rules.

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Dealing With You Is Taxing Enough

, , , | Right | CREDIT: A_Rose_From_Concrete | December 4, 2020

I work at my local drug store where we sell alcohol and tobacco products. We have a “Card All” policy; you could obviously look to be in your fifties, but I still must ask to scan the back of your ID.

This customer comes in and says he wants a pack of cigarettes.

Me: “I need to scan the back of your ID.”

Customer: “I don’t have it.”

Me: “I’m sorry, sir, but it’s store policy to card all for tobacco.”

Customer: “I’m thirty-one.”

Me: “I understand that, but I still need to scan your ID.”

Customer: “I left my ID at the store next door; it’s where I work.”

Me: “Okay.”

He leaves, and I put the cigarettes under the counter for when he returns with his ID. He comes back, though, without his ID.

Customer: “Hey, what’s your name?”

Me: “[My Name].”

Customer: “[My Name]. Okay, I’ll remember to double tax you the next time you come to my store.”

He left again and I was standing there super confused. I don’t even shop at his store. I’ve lived here for three years and have only stepped foot in his store twice. I wasn’t even buying anything; I was with my mom who did buy something.

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