That Customer Is Trumped By THAT Customer

| USA | At The Checkout, Extra Stupid

(In passing, I have noticed a sale on NERF products in my local store. I and some friends have been planning a NERF based event so I begin to empty the aisle. This takes place at checkout.)

Me: “Uh, ma’am? Shouldn’t these be ‘buy one get one free’?”

Cashier: “No, sir, I believe the sale is ‘buy two get one free.’”

Me: “Hmm… I think I’ll go look again to be sure. Do you mind holding my purchase for me?”

Cashier: “Not at all, sir.”

(I walk back over and sure enough the cashier knew what she was talking about. I walk back dejected at being THAT customer and as I return to line…)

Cashier: “Sir, I can’t accept this. This is for [Unrelated Store].”

Other Customer: “Oh… well, how about this?” *hands her a different card with a movie theater chain’s logo clearly on the front*

Cashier: “No, I can’t take that either.”

(This process repeats two or three more times before the gentleman pays and leaves.)

Me: *as I walk up to the cashier again* “You know, I was just depressed about being THAT customer today. Now? I don’t feel quite so bad.”

Cashier: “At least you can tell what store you’re in.”

New Ways To Sleep On The Job

| Muskegon, MI, USA | At The Checkout, Bad Behavior, Rude & Risque

(I am a small, twenty-year-old female working the closing shift at my store. A very large, unclean looking man is at my till about fifteen minutes before close. He’s been silent up until I’ve started ringing up the last items he has.)

Customer: “You get out soon?”

(I don’t find this question odd, as many people ask it just to make conversation.)

Me: “We close at eleven, so ,yeah. I get out just a little after that.”

Customer: “Do you want a job working for me?”

Me: “Uh… no. That’s okay. I already have a job here, and I don’t really have time for a second job. Thanks, though. Your total is [total].”

Customer: “Well, it’s only nights. You don’t have plans after work, do you? The job pays well.”

Me: “Actually, I do have plans. My boyfriend is picking me up after my shift.”

(The man grumbles something incoherent, pays with food stamps, then leaves. My manager comes over, to help close my register down.)

Manager: “What was that about?”

Me: “I’m not sure. I think he was trying to pay me to sleep with him.”

Manager: “You know, I was wondering if that’s what was happening.”

In For A Penny, In For A Pound Bag

| Boston, MA, USA | At The Checkout, Math & Science, Money

Boyfriend: “Baby carrots are $0.99 for a one pound bag and $1.99 for a two pound bag.”

Me: “I need two pounds.”

(My boyfriend grabs a two pound bag and a customer next to him does as well.)

Me: “You know, it’s technically cheaper to buy two one pound bags—”

(The customer next to my boyfriend suddenly SLAMS his carrots down, snatches two one pound bags from the display and SPRINTS away.)

Me: “…by one penny.”