The Same Old Scam, I Kid You Not

, , , , | Right | September 15, 2017

(I cashier at a small mom-and-pop place in a fairly small town, nowhere near any major cities. On this day, two kids approach my register with a handful of various cheap candies.)

Me: “Well, hello there! Is this everything for you?”

Kid #1: “Yeah!”

Me: *totaling their purchases* “Okay, that comes to $9.59 exactly.”

([Kid #1] hands me a $10. I set it down on the counter while punching it into the register.)

Me: “Okay, and out of $10, that comes to—”

Kid #1: “I gave you a $20!”

Me: “Excuse me?”

Kid #2: “He gave you a $20!”

(There is a pause as I stare at them in confusion.)

Me: “Uh, I’m sorry, but no, you didn’t.” *I pick up the $10 bill* “This is all you gave me.”

(Now the kids look confused.)

Kid #1: “But… the other boys at school said if we tell you we gave you a $20 you’ll give us more money back.”

(My heart sinks as I now realize what these kids are trying to do.)

Me: “I see. Well, first off, let me tell you what you did wrong. You’re supposed to wait until I put the money in my register and give you your change before you say anything.”

(Both kids’ faces light up.)

Kid #1: “Ooooh! That makes more sense!”

Kid #2: “Yeah, can you give us the $10 and let us try again? We’ll get it right this time!”

Me: “Well… no, because second off, what you’re trying to do is basically steal from the store. You’re trying to trick me by lying to me, and take money from the register that isn’t yours. That’s money the store needs to buy stock, pay bills, and of course, give me my salary.”

(Both kids faces now turn shocked.)

Kid #1: “Oh… sorry! We didn’t know, honest!”

Me: “I know you didn’t. Just might want to tell the boys at school what they’re doing is wrong.”

Kid #2: “Can we have the $10 back? We need it to go see a movie.”

(I handed back their money and voided the purchase. They left, hopefully now wiser and better, while I shook my head that apparently this well-known scam had spread so far that even the kids in my little “Nowheresville” town were being told about it and how to pull it off.)

Unfiltered Story #90060

, , | Unfiltered | June 20, 2017

[In Australia (or at least, in Sydney), cigarettes can’t be on display- generally they’re in white cases which have doors that you push up. In my particular store, we’re fazing out the selling of cigarettes and have very few left. I’m not a smoker and know very little about cigarette brands. Because we’re fazing them out (and have advertised this) my employer has told me not to bother learning all the different brands.]

Customer: [Walks up to the tills and barks out a brand of cigarettes I’m unfamiliar with]

Me: “I’m sorry sir, what was that?”

Customer: [Repeats the name and then in response to my slightly blank look] Cigarettes, you f*cking idiot, I want my cigarettes!

Me: My apologies Sir, I’m a non-smoker and we’re fazing out cigarettes in this store, so I don’t know all the brands. [I unlock the cabinet and start looking for the brand he wants. It’s hard since most of the cabinet is empty and we only have about three packets left.]

Customer: You’re taking too f*cking long! Give me my f*cking cigarettes!

[At this point, the owner comes behind the counter to figure out what the commotion is.]

Owner: Can I help you sir?

Customer: This bitch is taking too long with my f*cking cigarettes, I want my fuc- [He can only get half the word out because the owner interrupts him]

Owner: You need to leave my store, now!

Customer: But my-

Owner: No. You’ve been incredibly rude to my cashier, when she has been nothing but polite to you. In two more days we will no longer be selling cigarettes here, and you’ll be lucky if we serve you for anything else after your rudeness today.

[The customer left, swearing under his breath about my incompetence. The owner made sure I was okay before going back to what he was doing and I kept serving. I understand that it can be frustrating when someone doesn’t know what you’re talking about, and had we been fully stocked and continuing to sell cigarettes, I would have learned the brands- but regardless, there’s no need to be so rude to your cashier! Thanks to my awesome boss for being so protective of me.]

Losing Your Religion Over It

| Edinburgh, Scotland, UK | Related | December 15, 2014

(I am in my local Pakistani owned corner shop, shortly before Christmas. The owner’s two young children are playing around the shelves in the shop.)

Owner: *to his kids* “Hey, you two. If you don’t start behaving, I’ll phone Santa and remind him we are Muslim.”

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John Hancocked And Ready To Fire

| Naples, FL, USA | Right | July 19, 2013

(I’m working the register. The pin-pad/card reader is about two weeks old, but the screen has already started to give out. I have been telling customers to be gentle with it, and to tap only once, as there is a pause between verification and the ‘yes’ and ‘no’ buttons going away, leading to a lot of screen mashing.)

Me: “Good evening! How are you?”

(I start scanning, and the customer remains silent. I scan all the items and I notice the customer has pulled out a debit card, so I start the little speech.)

Me: “Okay, please swipe your card, and tap gently and once per button on the screen, as the—”

Customer: “You know, that’s incredibly rude!”

Me: “I’m sorry; I wasn’t trying to—”

Customer: “You were! You are being very rude talking to me like that! I heard when you said that to the other person; you don’t repeat yourself to me!”

(Other customers in the line start shaking their heads.)

Me: “I’m very sorry. Please verify—”

Customer: “STOP TALKING AT ME! I can call a manager over if you keep talking at me!”

Me: “Okay.”

(I wait for customer to finish. The customer attacks the pin-pad’s screen during the half-second wait for approval. I don’t say another word, and hand her the receipt. She leaves in a huff. The other customers in the line talk about how rude she was being, and the manager on duty comes up.)

Manager: “Who was beating up my new cashier?!”

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