Tearing Down Your Demands

, | OH, USA | Right | May 24, 2017

(I am standing in line at a gas station/convenience store. It’s fairly busy. While the cashier is waiting on the customer in front of me, a man comes in looking very upset.)

Man: “HEY!”

Cashier: “I’ll be right with you, sir. I need to finish with the people in line.”

Man: “No, I just need to wash my clothes. NOW!”

Cashier: “Sir, we’re a gas station. We don’t wash clothes.”

Man: “Why is the ‘laundry mat’ closed?”

Customer At Register: “The laundromat next door?”

Man: “Yes! Shut up! I’m talking to HIM!” *points at cashier*

Me: “The one that is being torn down?”

Man: “YES! Why is it closed? I need to wash my clothes!”

Cashier: “Sir, I really can’t help you. The building next door is not part of our business. It is being torn down. They are no longer in business.”

Man: “D*** it! Open it now! I have to wash these clothes. I have places to be. I’m in a hurry.” *he slams his fist on the counter and starts to lean over towards the cashier*

(By now the first customer has left. The cashier is looking tense. I put my items on the counter and step outside to call police. They arrive fairly quickly. The man is still inside, yelling. The police escort him outside; I pay for my things and return to my car. As I’m getting in the car I hear him.)

Man: “But the door is wide open! All the front windows are still there. They can’t be out of business or they would lock the door!”

Cop: “Sir, I’m pretty sure they aren’t locking the door because there’s literally only one wall still standing.”

The Results Were Fixed

| Chapel Hill, NC, USA | Right | May 10, 2017

(I work at a tiny little gas station. One of our pumps is out of order — and isn’t going to get fixed anytime soon. This customer first runs over the orange cone in front of the pump. The customer then removes the bright yellow “OUT OF ORDER” bag on the gas handle. The customer pulls off the cardboard “OUT OF ORDER” sign so he can insert his card. When the pump doesn’t dispense gasoline, he then comes inside, with the plastic “OUT OF ORDER” bag in his hand.)

Customer: “Did you know your pump is broken?”

Fuel For Complaint

| UK | Right | April 28, 2017

(Our fuel is currently priced at 118.9 pence per litre. It’s fairly common place that fuel is priced as such.)

Customer: “Your fuel prices are wrong!”

Me: “Oh, really? How so?”

Customer: “I put in exactly one litre of fuel and the display says £1.19, not £1.18.9. You’re over charging me.”

Me: *stunned silence* “So… that’ll be [amount].”

Customer: *giving me a death glare for the rest of the sale*

(I think she actually expected me to take 0.1 pence per litre off her fuel, as if that’s even possible.)

They See Me Co-rolling, They Hatin’

| Atlanta, GA, USA | Right | April 26, 2017

(A customer pulls up in an early-’80s Toyota Corolla. It’s a beautiful car to an enthusiast, so I just have to compliment it.)

Me: “I love your car!”

Customer: “Go to h***.”

Me: “Oh, no, I’m sorry! I didn’t mean that sarcastically at all. I have a soft spot for classic Japanese cars, and yours is in great condition for its age. Are you the original owner?”

Customer: “Okay, it’s not funny! Just shut the f— up and let me pump.”

(Another customer pulls up a few seconds later and also compliments the car. The first customer flips him off and drives away in a hurry.)

Customer #2: “It’s sad when they don’t know what they have.”

Me: “Yeah, it definitely is.”

Pop Goes That Sale

, | Cassidy, BC, Canada | Right | April 25, 2017

(I work in a very small store with only three employees including myself. My boss comes in at the end of my shift to relieve me when a customer comes in. Keep in mind, he is a regular.)

Me: “Hey, how are you?”

Regular: *throws a twenty on the till* “I want two [Soda]s and the rest in gas for a jerry can.”

(Now, he’s not holding anything at the moment. He came in the door and walked straight up to the till.)

Me: “Umm, okay. What size are you buying?”

Regular: “The two liters, duh. Are they still on sale 2 for $4.00?”

Me: “Yep, they still are. So with the two [Soda]s, you will be getting $**** in gas. Does that sound good?”

Regular: “Yeah, whatever. What pump?”

Me: “Your gas will be on pump two. Have a good evening.”

(He then proceeds to walk RIGHT PAST the display of two liter [Soda]s, and out the door. The transaction took less than a minute since he first came in.)

Me: “Wait… what?” *I look at my boss, who’s been quietly standing behind me the whole time* “Did… did he just leave without the [Soda]?”

Boss: “Sure, did. Maybe he’ll come back in for them after he gets his gas. I sure as h*** am not chasing him down, though.”

(We wait, and sure enough he drives away without his two liters.)

Me: “How did he forget his [Soda]? He paid for them not even thirty seconds before walking by the stand?!”

Boss: “Oh, he does this all the time. Sometimes he comes back for them, but usually he’ll just buy more a few days later. I don’t even bother reminding him anymore. I figure anyone that stupid deserves to waste their money. Just watch; he’ll back tomorrow and won’t even mention the missing [Soda].”

(He does show up at shift change the next night. He buys some groceries, and leaves without a word about the Soda he had forgotten. My boss rings him through in silence, and laughs as he drives off.)

Boss: “I don’t know what drugs he’s on, but they must be REALLY good.”

Me: “Haha, no kidding.”

(It turned out this guy does this almost every week.)

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