Baby Cart

| MI, USA | Crazy Requests, Family & Kids

(I am a fifteen-year-old man. I’m pulling in carts from the parking lot and putting them in the lobby so customers can just grab a cart and go shopping. I have just set a large group of carts as a young woman comes up to me pulling a stroller.)

Woman: “Hey, can you watch my baby while I go get groceries, please?”

Me: *startled* “Ma’am, you can bring your baby inside.”

Woman: *ignores me* “Thanks, here.”

(The woman pushed the stroller to me and I caught it to prevent it from rolling down the hill from the store’s entrance. I was stuck at the entrance, seriously worried that, at 15, I just got stuck with a kid. A few minutes later the lady came out with an armful of groceries, grabbed the stroller, and without even a thank you walked away…)

This Is Why We’re In A Recession, Part 59

| Ashland, MA, USA | At The Checkout, Bizarre, Extra Stupid, Money

Customer: “So I want to do $40 cash, and the rest on my debit card.”

Me: “That’s fine.”

(I put the cash through, same as any other order, and then…)

Me: “Okay, go ahead and slide your card now.”

Customer: “But I left it at home.”

Me: *stunned* “You left it at home?”

Customer: “Yeah… Wait, you mean I need to bring the card with me to use it?”

Me: *speechless*

(Thankfully, a manager nearby overheard the exchange and jumped in…)

Manager: “Yes, ma’am, you need to bring your card. We can’t use a debit card that you don’t have.”

Customer: “But I have a debit card! Are you telling me I can’t use my card? Why can’t I use it?!”

Manager: “I’m sorry, but you’ll have to come back with your card.”

Customer: “But I have a card!”

(This went on for a good minute or so. The manager ultimately wound up voiding out the second half of the order, telling the customer to come back *with her card* to pay for it. Afterward:)

Customer: “Make sure you don’t put that stuff away! I’ll be back! *leaves*

Next Customer: *shakes her head*

Me: *still speechless*

Bagger: “So… how much you want to bet she doesn’t come back?”

(She didn’t come back. That second half of the order? Mostly frozen food.)

Related:
This Is Why We’re In A Recession, Part 58
This Is Why We’re In A Recession, Part 57
This Is Why We’re In A Recession, Part 56

Raising A Good Egg

| Glen Ellyn, IL, USA | Family & Kids

(I work as a bagger at my local grocery store. It’s a typical mid-week afternoon, with a steady stream of orders. The cashier I’m bagging for is an elderly woman in her 80s, and a wonderful person to work with.)

Cashier: “[My Name], could you grab some towels? A kid dropped a carton of eggs at the front of my line.”

Me: “Sure thing, [Cashier]. I’ll clean it up.”

(I grab a roll of towels, a bottle of cleaner, and a plastic bag. I walk around to where the mess is, and find a dozen-egg carton on the floor, and a father frowning at his toddler son, who’s sitting in the cart.)

Me: “I’ll get this cleaned up, sir. Don’t worry. Would you like me to get you a new carton of eggs?”

Father: “No, thanks, miss; my wife’s getting the eggs.” *to his son, who looks a bit confused* “Tell the nice lady you’re sorry for making a mess she has to clean up.”

(The boy doesn’t say anything, but he looks contrite, so I don’t get mad. Besides, he didn’t do it on purpose. The family leaves, I get the eggs cleaned up, and all is well. Three weeks later, I’m bagging for the same cashier, when the father and son come through our line, although I don’t recognize them at first.)

Son: *very firmly* “My name is George.”

Me: “Well, hello, George!”

Son: “I’m really sorry for dropping the eggs.”

(At this point I recognize the two, and I grin.)

Me: “Why, thank you, George. That’s a very nice thing to say. Apology accepted!”

(As it turned out, the father had been hoping to catch me at work so that his son could apologize. Good on him for raising his son to be a gentleman!)

An Alarming Amount Of Calming

| IL, USA | At The Checkout, Wild & Unruly

(I am putting my groceries on the belt at the grocery store on New Year’s Eve. I only have about six items but have three more items to put on the belt. A woman steps into line behind me and starts unloading her cart. I move her items back on the belt to finish placing my order on the belt. She apologizes and I nod, turning back to the cashier as she checks me out.)

Customer: *clearly agitated* “Hey! I’m talking to you!”

(I turn to look at her, unaware that she’d been talking to me prior to this.)

Customer: “You can’t be mad about that people make mistakes. You’re crazy. What the h*** is your problem?”

Me: *genuinely confused* “I don’t think I said anything to you.”

Customer: “You gave me a dirty look! What is your problem; people can’t make a mistake?!”

(She continues to rant as the cashier nervously gives me my total which I need to ask her to repeat. As I’m ignoring the woman behind me she’s becoming more agitated and her volume is increasing. Once I pay it turn back to her and smile as brightly as I can.)

Me: “You have a very happy new year.”

Customer: “You need to calm the F*** DOWN! WHAT THE F*** IS YOUR PROBLEM?!”

(I mouthed good luck to the bagger as the customer continued to yell at me as I walked away.)

Not How A Lady Should Behave Over Lady Fingers

| San Francisco, CA, USA | Holidays, Theme Of The Month

(During the winter holidays, we get in a lot of seasonal cookies and candy that are really limited buys, so customers will stock up when they first start arriving. It is about a week before Christmas. I am restocking some of said cookies when a customer approaches me.)

Customer: *carrying a hand basket filled with groceries* “Excuse me, where are your Lady Fingers?”

Me: “Oh, I’m sorry but we’re already out of those for the year. They’ve been really popular, but I know the Safeway across town also sells them.”

Customer: “You mean you don’t have anymore?”

Me: “Yes. I’m very sorry about that, but we’re all out for the year.”

Customer: “You have just RUINED my Christmas!”

(Actually throws her basket to the ground, breaking open the carton of eggnog she had and sending it spraying everywhere, and storms out of the store. I stand there, dumbfounded, as my manager comes over and asks what happen. I tell him and he just pats me on the back.)

Manager: “Yeah, go ahead a take a break; we’ll get this cleaned up.”

(The kicker? The same lady came back later on that day and did it again. Two days later she was back and asked the same thing, but the same manager told her we were out and asked her to leave and not return.)

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