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Number Of The Beastly Coincidences, Part 2

| British Columbia, Canada | At The Checkout, Religion

(I am a cashier at a popular chain in our province. We have a loyalty card that earns the customer points that can be redeemed in-store on groceries or at the online store. Typically a point is earned with every dollar, though purchasing some products will earn a number of bonus points. I’m ringing up a customer.)

Me: “How are you today?”

Customer: “Well, I’ve had a tough day. Just gotta pick up groceries for the week for the kids, then I can go home.”

Me: “Hopefully you can relax then! Your total is $160, nice and even.”

Customer: *chuckles* “As long as it’s not 6-6-6!”

(She pays and her receipt prints out. At this chain, we tell the customers how much they saved with their loyalty card, and how many points they earned on this shop. I tell her her savings and as I get to her points, I start to laugh.)

Me: “…and you earned 666 points today!”

(The customer just took her receipt and left.)

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Just Skate Right On Over The Facts

| UK | Extra Stupid, Food & Drink

(I work as a fishmonger in a well-known supermarket and a middle age woman approaches me.)

Me: “Hi, can I help you with anything?”

Customer: “I’m looking for some skate; do you have any?”

Me: “I’m afraid skate is actually critically endangered now. It’s unlikely that you will ever be able to get skate again, but some other stores may sell different types of ray.”

Customer: “Oh, okay. I’ll come back next week, then.”

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No One Can Get Their Point

| FL, USA | Bad Behavior, Food & Drink

Customer: “Can I have a pound of turkey, sliced thin, please?”

Me: “Which kind of turkey?”

Customer: *pointing to something in my meat case* “This one.”

(I have no way to tell what she’s pointing at, since the counter, the meat rack, and all the meats on it are blocking my view. I can only even see her arm down to the elbow.)

Me: “I can’t see what you’re pointing at, ma’am.”

Customer: *jabbing her finger at it* “THIS one.”

Me: “The counter is blocking my view, ma’am.”

Customer: “Then look closer, you f***ing [disabled slur]!”

Me: “Please don’t use language like that in the store, ma’am. Could you just tell me which kind you want?”

Customer: “THE ONE I’M POINTING AT!”

Me: *giving up and guessing* “Oh, you mean the [Brand] hickory smoked honey.”

Customer: “YES! What was so hard about that?!”