Sitting Down On The Couch On The Job

| NY, USA | Right | November 7, 2016

(I am required to greet everyone when they enter the store. The clerk’s desk is towards the front, so I usually do it as people approach or pass the desk while I process in paperwork. I usually ask if people are looking for anything specific as a follow-up, unless they clearly indicate they are just browsing. A woman walks in.)

Me: “Hello!”

Lady: “Yeah, I’m just browsing, thanks.”

(She flaps her hand dismissively, so I don’t follow up. About twenty minutes goes by with me walking through the space to subtly check on her as she sits on couches and chairs and does things on her phone. I then get caught up with another customer, and return to my paperwork. The woman storms up to the desk, clearly livid.)

Lady: “I have been waiting for over FIFTEEN MINUTES!”

Me: “I’m so sorry, ma’am, did you need help finding something?”

Lady: “Um, YES. I have questions about your couches. I’ve been back there waiting for you to help me.”

Me: “I’m sorry, ma’am, you should have said something. You said you were just browsing so I assumed you would let me know if you had questions.”

Lady: “Well, I’m not going to do your job for you, am I?”

(She didn’t end up buying a couch.)

Jumping To Conclusions

| Portland, OR, USA | Working | July 6, 2016

(I’m nine years old, and I have been jumping on my bed. Not knowing any better, I break the wooden supports in the box springs, so it’s time for a new bed.)

Employee: “Hello, what can I help you with today?”

Grandma: “We’re looking to buy a bed.”

Employee: “I see. Are you going to sleep on it?”

Grandma: “No, we’re going to jump up and down on it like a trampoline.”

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.”

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