Planting A Seed Of Crazy

| CA, USA | Right | June 23, 2016

(My fiancé and I are browsing at a local furniture store for a new bed. This particular store showcases their furniture in different styles, such as a sofa and entertainment center would be set up in a living room style. We are walking past the section where all the office desks, filing cabinets, and other related items are. When I pause to tie my shoe, I notice a woman with a gallon of water.)

Lady: “Don’t tell anybody I’m doing this, okay, hon?”

(She then starts pouring water into the fake plants.)

Me: *flagging down the nearest employee* “Excuse me, but there’s a woman in the office section trying to water the fake plants.”

Employee: “Oh, shoot! How’d she get back in here?” *radios the security guard* “Hey, Andy, Mrs. Francis made her way back in. Can you come escort her out?”

Me: “She’s been here before?”

Employee: “Yes! She’s a local who believes our fake plants are real, so she tries to water them. There are other stores who have fake plants, but she seems to be extremely fixated on the ones we have here.”

(At this point, the security is holding onto the screaming woman’s arm.)

Security: “Mrs. Francis, we’ve already told you. Those plants are fake, and you cannot bring liquids into the store. It will damage the wood!”

(Suddenly the lady sees me standing there and she narrows her eyes at me.)

Lady: “You! I thought you were a good person! You ratted me out, you dumb b****!”

Me: “I’m sorry…”

(As she’s pulled away from the store, I can hear her screaming:)

Lady: “You’re all plant murderers! Not only do you cut down trees to make your furniture, but you starve those poor plants to death! Shame on all of you! I hope you get choked to death by my dangling vines!”

Fiancé: “Well, that was interesting. I wonder what she meant by ‘my dangling vines’?”

Employee: “That’s nothing compared to what she did or said on Arbor Day.”

Me: “What about Earth Day?”

Employee: *shudders* “You don’t want to know, and I don’t want to remember.”

Poo Poo Pourri

| Baltimore, MD, USA | Right | June 12, 2016

(My mom and I are shopping one of our favorite boutique furniture stores. We are looking at a table that has been decorated with a large wooden bowl filled with strongly smelling potpourri rose hips when a man rushes up to the bowl.)

Customer: “Are these for eating?” *scoops up a large handful of rose hips*

Me: “What? No. That’s just decoration. It smells like potpourri!”

Customer: “These are for eating.” *turns to nearby salesgirl* “Are these for eating?”

Salesgirl: “No sir, those are just decoration. Please…”

Customer: *interrupts her and scoops a larger handful of potpourri* “No. You’re wrong. These are to be eaten.”

Salesgirl: “No, sir! Please put those down. Do not eat them!”

Customer: “You’re saying this is not free food?”

Salesgirl: “Sir, that is not food! You could get sick! There is a restaurant across the street. Go eat there.”

Customer: “I’m pretty sure this is for me to eat. You don’t know.”

(They continue to argue until she is called away. I’ve stayed to watch the show.)

Customer: *turns to me and whispers* “I know these aren’t just decoration. How could they be? She doesn’t know.”

(He poured a large handful of potpourri rose hips into his mouth, and his whole face immediately puckered with disgust and disappointment.)

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Has Interior Designs On Your Prices

| Oslo, Norway | Right | June 7, 2016

(A customer with a rather full cart approaches, and I start scanning his items.)

Me: *scanning items that are on sale*

Customer: “Excuse me? Are these also on sale?” *pulls two large framed pictures from cart*

Me: “Oh, I’m sorry. They are full price.”

Customer: “Okay, but can you give me a discount?”

Me: “Well, that depends… Is there something wrong with the products?”

Customer: “No, I don’t think so. They look okay to me.”

Me: “Well, sir, then I see no reason for giving you a discount.”

Customer: “Well, you see, they don’t fit very well with my interior style, so…”

Me: “…”

Customer: “I take that as a no?”

Me: “I am sorry, sir, full price it is.”

Maybe You Should Sleep On It

| FL, USA | Right | January 2, 2016

(An elderly couple comes in to buy a mattress. A coworker of mine is assisting them as they look at a new set.)

Husband: *examining mattress* “Is this mattress double-sided?”

Coworker: “Nope.”

Husband: “Oh… how do you know which side to sleep on?”

Coworker: “The side that has the quilt on it…”

Parting With Some Closing Comments

| NH, USA | Right | August 22, 2015

(I work at a well-known furniture franchise part time while attending college. Since I have classes during the day, I usually get stuck doing the closing shift. The store is supposed to close at nine – however, many nights, the office staff is stuck late due to the sales associates and their customers.)

Me: *over intercom at ten to nine* “Attention [Store] customers, the store will be closing in ten minutes. If you have any questions, please see your nearest sales associate. Thank you!”

(Ten minutes go by.)

Me: *over intercom* “Attention [Store] customers, the store is now closed. Please see your nearest sales associate if you have any further questions. Thank you!”

(45 minutes later, the customer and sales associate FINALLY get to the desk. Whilst finalizing the transaction, the customer makes this comment:)

Customer: “What time do you guys close?”

Me: “We close at 9.”

Customer: “Oh. But it’s 9:45.”

Me: “Yes, well, we have to stay open to serve customers.”

Customer: “Yeah… that announcement over the intercom is pretty rude. You guys shouldn’t do that.”

Me: *trying not to scream* “Well, I apologize if it reads that way. However, without the announcement, some customers will stay hours past closing to finish shopping.” *pointed stare at customer*

Customer: “Yeah, but who shops for furniture that late anyway? You shouldn’t make those announcements. They distract people.”

(She finished paying and left. I ended up having to stay until 10:15 to finish closing out the front desk, since everyone else already went home.)

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