Cereal Bad Parenting

| Omaha, NE, USA | Right | July 9, 2015

(A coworker is helping a woman find a roast for a dinner party. She isn’t paying any attention to her kid; he has decided to start using the cereal boxes on display as his own punching bags, knocking down part of the stack and stomping on it. I walk over to where she’s talking to my coworker and wait for a pause in the conversation.)

Me: “Ma’am, could you ask your son to stop kicking the display, please?”

(The customer looks over at her kid and rolls her eyes, going over and yanking his arm pretty harshly before dragging him over to me.)

Customer: “What should his punishment be?”

Me: “What?”

Customer: “What should his punishment be? If you want to be the f***** parent, be the f****** parent. I don’t appreciate your tone, you little s***.”

Me: “I’m—”

Manager: *walking over* “Ma’am, your son was destroying store property. We can’t sell the cereal when the boxes and bags are open. I’d like for you to apologize to my employee. Your roast comes at $45.76 and a quick estimate on the cereal makes your total bill today around $80.”

Customer: “F****** a**-hole. I’m not paying for that because your stupid high-schooler got an attitude with me.”

Manager: “Ma’am, even if that were true, he didn’t break open the boxes of cereal. That was your son.”

Customer: “Whatever.”

(She now is banned until she pays for the cereal.)

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Wants To Have Her Cake And Eat It

| MT, USA | Right | July 6, 2015

(I work as a cake decorator. A woman and her seven-year-old daughter come into the store to order a birthday cake for the girl. The mother argues with her daughter over which cake to get, consents to let the girl have the cake she wants, places the order, then returns a couple days later with her daughter to pick up her order.)

Customer: “This isn’t the cake I ordered.”

(I proceed to go over the order form with her. We have a policy of reading back each order when it is placed to make sure we have all the information, and the customer had previously confirmed that the order was accurate. As I am the one who took the order, I know for a fact that I did this.)

Me: “According to your order form you ordered [cake decoration pack] in white buttercream, with “Happy Birthday [Daughter].”

Customer: “No, I ordered [other decoration pack], not this one! I want this cake for free since you messed up on it!”

Daughter: “Mom, we ordered this one, because this is the one I wanted!”

Customer: “No, I didn’t want this one. I wanted the other one!”

(I show the little girl her cake.)

Me: “Is this what you wanted your cake to look like?”

Daughter: “Yes! It’s perfect!”

Me: “Okay, here you go! You have a wonderful birthday!”

(I handed the cake to the girl, who was clearly impressed by the job we did. The mother glared at me and my coworkers before conceding victory to her daughter, then left to pay for the cake.)

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Not Makin’ It Out

| ME, USA | Working | July 3, 2015

(I’m known for being rather quick-witted and goofy. One of the shift leaders comes over to me while I’m on the service desk.)

Shift Leader: “How you makin’ out over here?”

Me: “Well, I’ve never kissed a girl before but as soon as I have, I’ll let you know.”

Shift Leader: *leaves with a large smile on her face trying hard not to laugh!*

Don’t Earn Enough Dough To Deal With This Dough

| VA, USA | Right | June 30, 2015

(I work in a grocery store, and overall I love it! But I’ve watched the same mother do this multiple times. She has a kid who is almost a teenager, and always walks by the pizza dough, then plays with it like it is a basketball. She picks it up throwing it around, and spins it. She looked at her kid, and then me.)

Mother: “Oh, kids, I’m glad we are giving you something to do since you are getting paid.” *walks away*

A Duh-zen

| El Paso, TX, USA | Working | June 26, 2015

(I am trying to check out at a local grocery store. I have multiple different items. I am unloading my cart.)

Me: “There are a dozen peaches in this bag.”

Cashier: *types in 20 peaches*

Me: “No, I said a dozen. Not 20.”

Cashier: “Yeah, I typed in a dozen. That is correct.”

Me: “A dozen is twelve. Count them.”

Cashier: “Look, I know how to do my job.”

Me: “You are trying to charge me for eight peaches that I do not have. A dozen is 12; you charged me for 20.”

Cashier: “Look, okay, it’s 20. Everyone knows that. You are holding up the line.”

Me: “A dozen is 12! Take them out of the bag and count them! 12 peaches, not 20!”

Cashier: “Look, I need you to pay and get out of the way.”

Me: “I am not going to pay for eight extra items that I do not have!”

Cashier: “If you are not going to pay, then you need to leave the store!”

Customer Behind Me: *to Cashier: “A dozen is 12! You are trying to charge her for 20, you dimwit! Charge her for the appropriate items and let her pay!”

Cashier: “Don’t insult me just because she does not know math!”

Customer: “She doesn’t know math? You are the simpleton that doesn’t know what a dozen is! It’s hardly her fault that you cannot do basic math! I am a math teacher. A dozen is 12. Now, ring her up correctly and stop charging her for eight extra items!”

Cashier: “No! You guys are trying to scam this store!”

Customer: “Right. Get your manager out here, NOW!”

Me: “Yes, please, I would really love a manager right now!”

Manager: “What seems to be the problem?”

Me: “I have a dozen peaches and she is trying to charge me for 20. When I tried to get her to take off the extra eight, she accuses us of trying to scam her!”

Cashier: “Well, you are trying to scam us!”

Manager: “Are you kidding me? Go get a dozen eggs from that cooler.”

(The customer behind me is now chuckling. The cashier leaves in a huff and grabs a container of dozen eggs.)

Manager: “Good, now open and count them.”

Cashier: “There are 12.”

Manager: “Exactly. 12 eggs in a container marked one dozen. What does that tell you?”

Cashier: “Uh…”

Manager: “Get rid of the extra eight. Once you are done with that, please clock out and go home. I will deal with you tomorrow. Also, hand everyone in this line as many coupons as you can until you run out.”

(The cashier voids the extra items, while bright red, and hands me a massive stack of coupons. I never saw her again at that store.)

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