The Number Must Have Popsicled Into Their Head

, | New Zealand | Working | October 11, 2014

(I am eight at the time. I go to the gas station retailer to buy two popsicles, which cost 99c each. I have a “buy one get one free” card for the popsicles, but when I buy two I am charged $1.98. I thought there was an increase in price so I just leave, but I mention it to my dad in the car.  My dad tells me off and makes me go back in to the cashier with the receipt.)

Me: “Um. Excuse me, how much is this popsicle?”

Cashier #1: “99c.”

Me: *startled* “Then why did I get charged $1.98?”

Cashier #1: “Because you bought two.”

Me: “But I have a ‘get one free’ card!”

Cashier #1: “Okay, I’ll try again.” *points to popsicle #1* “This popsicle is 99c.”

Me: “Okay…”

Cashier #1: “And you get this one:” *points to popsicle 2* “…for free.”

Me: “Yes…?”

Cashier #1: “So the price is $1.98.”

Me: “Huh?”

(Cashier #2, beside Cashier #1, overhears the entire conversation and interjects.)

Cashier #2: “Here, son, I’ll fix it for you…”

(Cashier #1 remained confused after I left the store with my change.)

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A Photo-Perfect Finish

| Campbellton, NB, Canada | Friendly | October 9, 2014

(I have just left a gas station after buying a coffee and pastry and I am heading to my job across the street. A man stops me in the parking lot as I hear towards the cross walk.)

Man: “Hey, is she working?”

Me: “Excuse me?”

Man: “I said is she working?”

Me: “I’m sorry, is who working?”

Man: “That woman!”

Me: “Um, well, it’s a man working right now, so…”

Man: “But is SHE in there?! For f*** sake, are you stupid?”

Me: “I’m sorry, I don’t know who you’re talking about and I have to go to work.”

Man: “The one who was working yesterday! With the brown hair, the fat b**** who looks like a [homophobic slur].”

(I realize he’s asking about the manager, whom I did not see this morning, but he is so rude I decide not to help him.)

Me: “Sir, I don’t know who you mean. I don’t work here.”

Man: “Oh, you don’t work here?”

Me: “No, I work across the street at [Hotel] and I have to go.”

Man: “Well, that dumb broad in there kicked me out yesterday morning, said I can’t come back. She had the nerve to accuse me of stealing. I should sue her, sue them all! I never steal from nobody!”

Me: “Well, sir, all I can tell you is they have dozens of cameras inside the store so if you really didn’t steal, by all means sue them and tell them to bring up the camera footage.”

Man: “Uh… cameras?”

Me: “Yes, cameras. Security cameras. They have dozens of them. Now if you’ll excuse me I am going to work.”

(I walk away and as I’m crossing the street he calls out.)

Man: “Yeah, well, I have cameras, too, you know!”

Gonna Spread Her Terror Across The Street

, | NY, USA | Right | October 3, 2014

(I’m a customer waiting in line at a local convenience store. A man and a woman walk in, grab drinks out of the cooler and head for the register to pay. Suddenly, the woman throws the drink on the ground.)

Woman: “Oh, h*** no! I don’t buy nothing from no towelhead, Muslim terrorists!”

(The man behind the register, who is Middle Eastern, says nothing.)

Woman: “You know what? F*** this place. I’m going to [Store across the street] and buy my stuff from Americans!”

(Both of them storm out the door and head across the street. I walk up to the counter.)

Me: “Well, that was interesting.”

Clerk: “They’re not going to like it any better over there.”

Me: “No?”

Clerk: *laughing* “My brother owns that store!”

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Reading The Smoke Signal Loud And Clear

| Columbus, OH, USA | Right | October 2, 2014

(I’m working third-shift in a quiet part of town, when a car pulls up, a man steps out, walks in, and comes up to the counter.)

Customer: “Pack of Marlboro Reds.”

Me: “Sure thing. May I see your ID?”

Customer: “What?”

Me: “Your ID. I need to see it before I can sell you cigarettes.”

Customer: “Are you f****** kidding me?”

Me: “…no, sir. I need to see ID before I can sell you cigarettes.”

Customer: “Look, I know this is a s***ty little town, but in a real city like Cleveland, they don’t ask people older than 18 for ID for just cigarettes.”

Me: “Sir, I doubt that. I’m abiding by state law, and that applies in Cleveland, too.”

Customer: “Just give me the smokes!”

Me: “Sir, I can’t do that without ID.”

Customer: “You know what? You’re just some dumba** kid who works a s***ty job, and you’ll never amount to anything because you live in this piece of s*** town. If you had a real job or weren’t a total loser, you wouldn’t be such a piece of s*** about this. You won’t ever be anything in life, you f***.”

Me: “That might be true, but, you know what I can do that you can’t?”

Customer: “WHAT?”

(I turn, grab a pack of my brand of cigarettes off the shelf, scan them, pull out my wallet, swipe my card, grab my receipt, open the pack, and slide a cigarette behind my ear, before pocketing the smokes and receipt.)

Me: “I can buy cigarettes here.”

Customer: “F*** YOU!”

(He turns and storms out.)

Me: “Have a great mornin’!”

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Knocked Back By An Explosion Of Ignorance

| MN, USA | Right | September 30, 2014

(Obviously at a gas station, most people know that gas is flammable and it’s dangerous to leave your car running while pumping gas. When we see a car running we are supposed to shut off the pump and tell them to turn off their vehicles so they can resume fueling the vehicle. Most do it; some fought about it.)

Me: *shut off a pump and talk over the intercom* “Ma’am, on pump nine, in the black car, can you please turn off your vehicle so I can restart the pump?”

(I watch the customer continue to try and pump gas, ignoring me. I tell her two more times to turn off the car before she finally hangs up the pump and comes in.)

Customer: “I have pump nine. $2.83. And I couldn’t turn off my car because I had my kid in there.”

Me: “It’s the law, ma’am. Your kid won’t freeze in the few minutes the car is turned off. If I had let you continue you could have possibly blown up the place and it wouldn’t have mattered if your kid was in the car.”

Customer: “I’ve never heard of such a thing in my life.”

Me: “It happened not too long ago at [Nearby City].”

Customer: “That’s bulls***. I’m never going to stop here again.”

Me: “That’s fine with me, ma’am. I’d like to keeping living and not get blown up by ignorant people such as yourself. Have a nice day.”

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