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Provided An Example For Her Son Regardless

, , , , | Right | February 17, 2020

(I am sixteen and a lesbian. I am ringing up a couple with their son.)

Mother: “You’re a very nice and polite and beautiful young lady! You’ll have no trouble finding a husband.”

Me: “Well, I’m actually a lesbian, but thank you. I’m sure I’ll find a wife.”

(All of a sudden, the mother frowns, and then grabs her groceries off the belt.)

Mother: “I’m not letting some homosexual touch my groceries! What kind of example will this set for my child?!”

(I am too shocked to respond. That’s when a voice from below speaks up.)

Son: “Mommy, didn’t you say that love is the most important thing? So does it matter is she loves boys or if she loves girls, as long as she loves them?”

(The mother’s face turned beet red from embarrassment. I was so proud of this kid and to this day I still am.)

He Should Just Put A Plug In It

, , , | Right | February 17, 2020

(I’m in line at the local supermarket. The cashier is rather new and a bit slow sometimes, so people often lose their patience with him, but he is very nice, often making a bit of small talk with his customers, and I don’t mind waiting a bit longer when I’m in his line. Finally, it’s my turn. As I begin loading the already scanned items in my bag, he suddenly speaks up.)

Cashier: “I’ve never tried these. Are they any good?”

(I stop dead in my tracks, just looking at him for a few seconds. He has a pack of tampons in his hands and looks up at me expectantly. I have no idea what to say or if he’s even talking about what I think he’s talking about because… what?)

Me: “Sorry?”

Cashier: *gestures to the bottle of flavoured water I am just about to put in my bag* “Are they good?”

Me: “Oh! Yes, it’s delicious.”

(The rest of the transaction was spent in awkward silence. Not the best timing, dude.)

Peroxide Defied

, , , , , | Right | February 16, 2020

(Throughout university, I work in a health-food store. The supplement section of the store sells hydrogen peroxide for cleaning purposes. In order to buy it, you have to submit your name, phone number, and driver’s license number, as Canadian law dictates this information must be acquired for concentrations of 30% or more. Ours is 35%.)

Customer #1: *drops a bottle of hydrogen peroxide on the counter* “Just this, please.”

Me: “Okay, sir, but I’m going to need to grab some information before I complete the transaction.”

Customer #1: “What, why?!”

Me: “Hydrogen peroxide is regulated by the federal government; we need to collect information for concentrations 30% and above. It’s just your name, phone number, and driver’s license number.”

Customer #1: “That’s bulls***! I can go to [Home Improvement Store] and buy as many as I want and they don’t ask me for s***!”

Me: “I’m sorry, sir, but I’m legally required to collect this information in order to sell this to you. If you don’t give me the information, then I can’t sell it to you.”

Customer #1: “F*** you. This is a stupid f****** policy and I’m not giving you my f****** information. No one else ever asks for this information. I’m never coming back to this f****** store again!” *storms out*

(I turn to the next customer in line to apologize, and she has a look of utter bewilderment on her face and then looks at me.)

Customer #2: “What the f*** was his problem?! Does he not understand that it’s the law?!

Me: “Apparently not, but this is not the first time people have gotten upset.”

Customer #2: “Well, f*** him. Good for you staying so calm; you handle yourself very well!”

(We both laughed at how [Customer #1] had acted, and I thanked [Customer #2] for her patience. While I have since left that job for something in my career field, it still baffles me that people would be so rude to someone following the law, let alone asking for just some very basic information.)

It’s Not The Scanner That’s Broken

, , , | Working | February 16, 2020

(I do online shopping at a grocery store. Most store managers do not care at all about our department as long as we don’t have any late orders. They have to train in our department for two days before they’re officially managers, but after those two days, they usually never touch an online order again. We recently got a new store manager, and he doesn’t like that we have orders that go yellow — are due in less than an hour — all the time. We’ve been asking him to approve hiring another shopper, but he’s dragging his feet. Then, one day, someone from corporate comes down and says the manager has to do an online order by himself. We don’t know why, but we don’t care. And since this is a test, we aren’t supposed to help him like we would help someone we were training. We can only step in if he has a question or if we see him do something wrong. We give him a 35-piece order to do. This would take one of us 15 to 20 minutes to shop. He sits down at the computer.)

Manager: “[My Name], which cradle is connected to the computer?”

(There are five cradles/chargers for our handhelds.)

Me: “Second from the left.”

(He puts the handheld in the cradle and downloads the order, and then he grabs it and starts to head out the door.)

Me: “[Manager], wait! The order isn’t on there.”

Manager: “It’s not?”

Me: “No, you have to sync it. Put the handheld back in the cradle, then click on this diamond tab, and when the button turns green, click on it.”

(He does what I say and pulls the order up on the handheld. When you first see the order, all you see is the name. When you click on the name, it takes you to a screen where it gives you the name, time it’s due, order number, and any customer comments. You have to click a checkbox saying you read the customer comments, much like you click a checkbox saying you read the terms and agreements. Trainees are often confused the first time they see this screen, so we always make sure to tell them what to do. But again, since this is a test for the manager, I can’t tell him what to do unless he asks.)

Manager: “This handheld’s broken.”

Me: “What?”

Manager: “There’s no order.”

(He shows me the info screen.)

Me: “Click the little box, and then click on next.”

(He does.)

Manager: “Oh! It’s not broken.”

(He starts to shop. My coworkers and I laugh at “it’s broken” and then get back to work. Forty-five minutes later, the manager comes back. My coworker helps him upload his order, he calls the customer, and then I get him again to help him ring it through the register. He does a decent job overall. As he’s finishing his order, he says this:)

Manager: “Yeah, I’m going to approve hiring another shopper. This was horrible! I hope I never have to do it again! I don’t know how you girls stand it.”

(Hopefully, he won’t complain about yellow orders anymore.)


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Reasons Why You Never Joke With The Customer #47

, , | Right | February 13, 2020

(I’m a cashier. This man comes up with some items and sets them down on the belt.)

Me: “Would you like to save 5% today with a [Company] debit card?”

Customer: “No, it would be used too much.”

Me: *jokingly* “Oh, who’s the big spender in your house?”

Customer: *nonchalantly* “Me, since my cat’s dead and my wife left me.”

(Awkward. How the h*** was I supposed to respond to that? I didn’t say anything and finished ringing up the items in two minutes of dead silence.)